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A  TREASURY 

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STORIES,  JINGLES  AND 
RHYMES 


WITH  OXE  HUNDRED  AND  FORTY  VIGNETTE  ILLUSTRA- 
TIONS IN  HALF-TONE  AFTER 

iWAUD  HUMPHREY 

SHORT  STORIES:    FAIRY  TALES:    MOTHER  GOOSE   JINGLES; 

VERSES  BY  EDITH  M.  THOMAS.  ELIZABETH  S.  TUCKER 

AND  HELEN  GRAY   CONE 


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NEW   YORK 

FREDERICK    A.    oTOKES   COWPANY 

PUBLISHERS 


Copyright,  1894,  by 
Frederick   A.  Stokes    Company 


CONTENTS 


STORIES 


BY 


MRS.  MARY  RICE  MILLER 

AND 
ELIZABETH   S.  TUCKER. 


A  Dandelion  Dream 
The  Nursery  Band    . 
Fauntleroy  Park 
The  Holly  Boy 
Chocolate  Creams 
Six  IVide-azuakes 
"  Six  Best  Babies  " 
In  Japan 

Four  Little  Plums 
The  Fairies  of  To-day 
*'  Peaches  and  Cream  1  " 


RHYMES 

BY 

HELEN  GRAY  CONE 


A  Lecture 

Little  Butterflies 

The  May  Basket 

November  Plumes 

Spring  Wonder 

Secrets 

Under  the  Mistletoe 

The  First  Foreboding 

"  One,  Tzvo,  Three — Miss 

Lily 


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Contents. 


Bo-Pccp 

A  Christmas  Stocking 

The  Dandelion  Chain 

Hidden  Pearls 

Fairy  Wine-skins 

A  Soldier  of  the  Snoz.'s 

A  Rhvnie  of  Clianging  Children 


FAIRY  TALES. 

The  Three  Bears               .... 

80 

Cinderella      ..... 

86 

Little  Red  Riding  Hood 

.         89 

The  Babes  in  the  Wood 

94 

Tom  Thumb         ..... 

.        96 

Jaek  and  the  Beanstalk 

98 

Goody  Tzvo  Shoes             .... 

102 

Beauty  and  the  Beast 

104 

Puss  in  Boots        ..... 

.       107 

The  Ugly  Duckling 

no 

The  Sleeping  Beauty        .... 

112 

Little  Snoiv  White     .... 

115 

Hop  a  Mv  Thumb          •             .             .             . 

.       117 

Aladdin    ' 

120 

lack,  the  Giant  Killer 

.       124 

The  Bluebird              .... 

125 

The  White  Cat                  .... 

.      128 

The  Musicians  of  Bremen 

129 

Blue  Beard           ..... 

.      130 

Pretty  Goldilocks 

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RHYMES 

BY 

ELIZABETH  S.  TUCKER, 


64 

66 
69 
71 
73 

75 
77 


Guinea  Pigs 
Child  and  Lamb 


137 
139 


Contents. 

7 

Pussy  Cat  Gray 

. 

.      141 

My  Donkey 

, 

14.3 

Pretty  Poll ! 

145 

Little  White  Mouse 

147 

The  Doves 

•      149 

The  Squirrel 

151 

"  Chieks  " 

. 

•      153 

The  Gold-Fish  Speaks 

. 

155 

The  Rabbit  Danee 

•      157 

Dear  Puggy 

159 

MOTHER  GOOSE  JINGLES, 


Little  Bo  Peep       .  .  ■ 

Tommy  Suooks  and  Betsey  Brooks 

Little  Tom  Tucker 

Lucy  Locket 

The  North  Wind  doth  Bloio 

Pussy  Cat,  Pussy  Cat 

Little  Miss  Miiffett 

As  I  70 as  going  up  Primrose  Hill 

Little  Xanev  Ettieote 


There  -was  a  Little  Boy  and  a  Li 

Hush  a  bye  Baby 

Little  Polly  Flinders 

Little  Jack  Horner 

Ding.  Dong,  Bell 

Curly  Locks, 

Hot  Cross  Buns, 

Jack  and  Pill 

IJttle  Boy  Blue 

Sing  a  Song  of  Sixpence 

Mistress  Mary 

When  L  zvas  a  Bachelor 
Bobby  Shaftoe 

There  was  an  Old  Woman 


ttle  Girl 


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Contents. 


RHYMES 

BY 

EDITH  M.  THOMAS. 


The  Snoiv-ball  Chieftain 

The  Little  Prophet 

March  and  Pussy-xvillow 

April  the  Trickster 

In  the  Orchard 

The  Daisy 

filly  and  the  Bunible-bee 

The  Water-lily 

September 

October  the  Artist 

The  Holly 

The  Mis'tletoe 

A  merica  n  Ch  iU  i 


African    Child    (To 
Dutch  Child 
A  Little  Highlander 
German  Child 
The  Fleur-de-lis 
Canadian  Child 
Szvedish  Child 
Spanish  Child 
The  Russian  Child 
English  Child 
May  {Italian  Child) 


the  Hollyhock) 


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STORIES 

BY 

MRS.  MARY  RICE  MILLER 

AND 

ELIZABETH  S.  TUCKER. 


A  DANDELION   DREAM. 

DANUELIOX-DAY  in  the  park! 
How  did  the  babies  know  it? 

How  did  the  birds  and  the  bees  know  it  ?  Somehow 
they  feel  their  way  to  what  they  so  dearly  love  ;  they  do 
not  wait  to  be  told.  Blue  sky  overhead — green  grass  be- 
neath, sprinkled  over  with  dandelions  and  babies,  the  best 
blossoms  of  the  spring.  Little  Kate  is  trying  a  dandelion" 
under  Rob's  chin,  to  see  if  he  likes  butter.  "  That  isn't  the 
way  to  make  butter!"  says  Ruth,  peeping;  "You  can't 
make  real  butter  shine  on  his  chin  without  a  buttercup  !" 

Fat  little  Grace  toddles  along  to  help  Kenneth,  the 
cutest  pet  of  all,  down  on  the  ground,  too  busy  to  speak 
under  his  sunbonnet. 

Harold  and  Helen  are  puffing  away  with  plumped 
cheeks,  to  blow  off  the  down  of  the  dandelion  top. 

Nurse  says  the  flower  has  gone  to  seed;  so  many  seeds 
from  each  flower  ;  and  each  seed  has  a  fuzzy  wing  ;  and 
they  must  blow  and  blow,  and  scatter  the  seeds,  and  each 
one  will  fall  somewhere  and  grow,  and  make  a  mintfull  of 
dandelion  dollars  for  poor  little  girls  and  boys. 

Now  count  how  many  fuzzy  seeds  are  left;  one,  two, 
why  there  are  twelve  ;  and  that  is  the  time  of  day.  Come 
away,  for  it  is  dinner-time  ! 

Who  cares  for  dinner  !  They  would  rather  play  where 
they  are  than  eat  the  best  dinner  in  anybody's  house  ! 

But  the  sun  will  shine  another  day,  and  dandelions  will 


''  'A  TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  /INGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

be  as  yellow  as  gold  to-morrow.  One  other  thing-  is  cer- 
tain, baby's  eyes  will  not  be  half  so  wide  open,  to  see  ;  and 
baby  will  be  so  tired  (who  said  so  cross?)  that  she  cannot 
half  see  the  flowers  unless  she  has  her  dinner  and   her  nap. 

One  of  these  babies  dreamed  that  she  was  lost  in  the 
meadow  on  grandpa's  farm  ;  that  the  grass  was  tall  and  the 
dandelions  kept  reaching  up  higher  and  higher,  till  they 
hid  her  completely.  She  could  not  see  the  other  children, 
neither  could  nursey  find  her,  though  she  cried  as  loud  as 
evqj-  she  could — in  a  dream. 

"  O,  dear  dandelions  ! "  she  said,  "  please  go  to  seed  and 
blow  away  down  to  twelve,  to  bring  the  dinner-time,  and 
surely  my  mamma  will  come  to  find  me  !" 

Then  she  heard  something  which  sounded  like  a  mowing- 
machine,  coming,  clickity-click,  to  cut  down  the  grass. 

"  O,  what  now  shall  I  do  ! "  sobbed  the  poor  baby,  in  her 
dream.  "  O,  dear  grasshopper  ;  please  let  me  sit  on  your 
back,  and  jump  me  out  of  this  high  grass  ! "  But  he  hopped 
the  other  way.  Then  she  felt  a  big  bird,  flying  low  over 
her  head  ;  he  brushed  her  face  with  his  black  wings. 

"O,  if  I  can  just  catch  you  now,  you  shall  fly  up  with 
me,  away,  out  of  these  tiresome  old  dandelions!" 

She  reached  up  her  hands  and  caught — what  do  you  think  ? 
Why,  her  papa's  black  whiskers  ;  his  dear  face  bending 
down  to  kiss  her,  asleep.  Beside  her,  in  the  crib  lay  the 
wilted  dandelions,  she  had  brought  home  in  the  hot  sunshine. 
Next  day,  there  she  was  again,  with  the  others — the  dearest 
dandelion  baby  of  them  all  ! 


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THE  NURSERY  BAND. 

HURRAH    for  the  Nursery  Band! 
Eleanor  is  first  violin  ;   Beatrice  has  the  mandolin  : 
Edna  takes  the  pretty  tambourine,  and  Marie  the  banjo. 

Eleanor  has  just  jumped  out  of  her  pony-cart,  and  run 
away  from  her  dogs,  in  time  to  begin.  It  is  not  any  tune 
you  ever  heard,  she  is  playing.  Mamma's  violin  will  hardly 
forgive  itself  for  giving  such  squeaks  and  shrieks. 

Baby  Beatrice,  with  the  softest  voice  is  quite  satisfied 
with  the  way  she  is  singing,  "  Daithy,  Daithy  you  mutht 
becrathy!"  and  her  mamma's  mandolin  is  astonished  at 
its  own  voice,  and  is  so  proud  of  its  musical  family. 

Edna  thumps  with  her  white  fist  at  the  tambourine ; 
whirls  it  merrily  about  to  hear  the  tinkling  of  the  fairy 
bells;  then  peeps  around  it  singing,  "Peek-a-boo,  I  see 
you  !  "  "  I'm  a  band,  too  !  "  cries  Marie,  bobbing  her  yellow 
curls. 

"  Hey-day  !  "  cries  grandmamma  ;  "  Who  ever  heard  every 
piece  in  the  orchestra  playing  a  different  tune,  at  the  same 
time!"  ''Lots  o'  music!"  said  Eleanor,  smiling  sweetly, 
with  her  ear  upon  the  wailing  violin. 

''  Uiii,  me  make  music  too ! "  said  Marie,  tum-ti-tum- 
tumming  on  her  banjo. 

The  invitations  which  Aunt  Carra  had  sent  said  "three 
o'clock,"  and  "  music  by  the  band." 

It  was  almost  three  o'clock,  and  here  was  the  band  ! 


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THE  NURSER  V  BAND. 

"  W^e'll  put  you  up  on  the  roof"  ;  growled  Uncle  Harr\', 
pretending  to  be  vexed. 

"  O,  Uncle  Harry!"  cried  Edna.  "You  be  a /re?/ bear, 
you  do  growl  so  lovely.  You  can  dance  on  )-our  hind 
legs,  and  we  will  make  the  music  for  you  !  " 

And  that  was  really  what  handsome  Uncle  Harry  was 
doing,  when  the  door  opened  softly,  and  who  do  you  think 
stood  there,  seeing  the  fun  ?  Why,  Uncle  Harry's  sweet- 
heart, who  had  come  with  Marie's  mamma  to  grandma's 
birthday  party.  Up  and  down  went  the  dear  fellow,  shak- 
ing his  paws,  bobbing  his  head,  wobbling  his  russet  feet  as 
clumsily  as  ever  he  could.  The  dear  little  band  was 
squealing  away  four — no,  fort) — different  tunes  at  once. 
Oh,  it  was  the  funniest  dance  you  ever  saw  I 

"  Ting-a-ling  !    Tum-ti-tum  !    Tra-la,  tra-la  !  " 

O,  you  know  one  can't  write  such  music  any  more  than 
one  can  hug  a  dancing  bear — while  he  is  dancing  ! 

But  all  of  a  sudden  the  fun  stopped.  The  bear  happened 
to  look  over  his  shoulder  and  saw  his  lady-love  laughing 
heartily,  although  grandma's  finger  was  on  her  lips,  a  sign  to 
keep  the  ladies  quiet.  Beyond  the  portiere  all  the  mammas 
were  waiting  to  pay  for  the  music  with  bon-bons  and  kisses. 

Wasn't  Uncle  Harry  tired?  And  didn't  the  pretty  lady 
love  him  better  than  ever,  when  she  saw  how  very  fond  of 
him  the  little  girls  were  ! 

.\fter  the  birthday  supper,  Uncle  Harry  played  the 
violin,  while  the  ladies  and  the  little  girls  danced  ; 
grandma  sat  smiling,  enjoying-  this  dance  better  than  the 
other — the  eighty-year-old  darling. 


FAUNTLEROY  PARK 


YOU  don't  know  where  Fauntleroy  Park  is?  Why,  it  is 
the  babies'  park  ;  where  the  sun  seems  glad  to  shine 
and  the  children  love  to  play. 

All  around  it  are  such  pretty  houses,  and  each  house  has 
a  baby  or  two,  and  a  key  which  unlocks  the  park  gates. 

The  park  calls  together  the  people  who  have  children. 
The  every-day  baby  parade  is  so  distracting  that  folks  who 
have  no  baby  to  play  in  the  quiet  walks,  or  to  sleep  in  the 
pleasant  shade,  or  to  laugh  at  the  sprinkling  fountain,  are 
liere  tempted  to  buy  or  beg  one  of  the  dimpled  darlings. 

Fall  pampas  grass  used  to  grow  here.  When  the  white 
feathery  plumes  were  cut  down,  they  were  given  to  the 
children  who  happened  to  be  inside  the  gates. 

Once  upon  a  time,  a  little  boy  carried  home  his  arms 
full :  his  mamma  placed  the  gay  grass  flowers  in  a  mantel 
vase.  Very  pretty  it  was,  until  a  match,  which  a  maid  was 
striking,  lit  the  plumes,  which  flashed  and  flared  a  pyramid 
of  fire.  It  caught  the  white  curtains  ;  it  snatched  the  pretty 
hangings  from  the  poles ;  it  quickly  spoiled  that  pretty 
house  on  Fauntleroy  Park. 

No  more  pampas  grass  there  after  that  mischief:  the 
place  where  it  grew  is  every  )ear  planted  with  lilies. 


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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

The  white-capped  nurses,  trundling  the  baby-carriages, 
watch  the  sprouting  of  the  bulbs  in  the  early  spring;  watch 
them  send  up  their  pointed  leaves,  and  open  a  bit  to  let  a 
tall  stalls  shoot  upward  ;  to  shiver  off  into  another  leaf,  and 
another.  At  last  the  bunch  of  tlower-buds  is  seen  ;  rather 
clumsy  at  first  ;  the  new  babies  can  have  no  idea  of  what  is 
coming. 

Day  after  day  the  wicker  carriages  go  by,  and  the  babies 
coo  and  chatter,  and  the  buds  are  growing. 

Mammas  look  out  of  the  windows  upon  the  Square,  to 
welcome  the  lilies,  as  they  open  in  the  sunshine.  Now  and 
then  a  real  bee.  from  nobody  knows  how  far  away,  flies  from 
lily  to  lily,  helping  himself  to  sweets. 

Sometimes  sad-faced  men  and  women  peep  through  the 
railings,  walking  slowly,  wondering  at  the  lilies  and  "  the 
Square-babies."  there  are  so  many  of  each. 

At  last  the  likes  are  all  in  blossom.  When  they  begin  to 
fade  the  old  park  gardener  comes  to  cut  them  down. 

"  Oh,  please  wait  a  minute  I'.'  cried  a  gentle  voice.  "  Do 
let  me  make  a  picture  of  those  darlings  !" 

The  nurses  pushed  the  empty  carriages  down  the  tulip 
walk. 

The  blessed  babies  were  sent  toddling  among  the  lilies, 
where  their  good  fairy  made  this  picture  of  them. 

Xow,  when  the  lilies  are  cut  again,  in  Fauntleroy  Park, 
may  you  be  there  to  see  ! 


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THE  HOLLY  BOY. 

WILL  WINTER  does  not  think  himself  quite  dressed 
till  somebody  lends  him  a  muff,  for  his  dimpled 
hands.  He  has  been  with  his  sister  to  the  church  where  the 
young  people  are  winding  Christmas  wreaths.  A  lady  gave 
him  this  bunch  of  holly. 

Holly  is  the  favorite  Christmas  trimming  for  the  house 
where  Will  is  taking  it,  as  fast  as  his  fat,  short  legs  can  go. 

His  mamma's  name  is  HoUis  ;  papa  calls  her  Hollie,  and 
they  live  in  HoUiston.      So  here  goes  the  holly  1 

Vvill  could  travel  faster  if  he  were  not  in  rubber  boots. 

They  live  where  the  snow  lies  deep  in  open  squares,  and 
where  boys  snowball  each  other.  Will  coaxed  papa  to  buy 
these  boots,  so  that  he  could  frolic  in  the  snow. 

He  does  enjoy  them  very  much  ;  he  feels  tall  and  manly 
when  he  stands  up  in  them. 

When  he  was  called  in  from  play,  to  be  washed  and 
dressed  for  the  walk  to-day,  pretty  long  stockings  and  dainty 
button  shoes  were  laid  out  for  him  to  wear. 

He  looked  from  boots  to  shoes,  and  began  to  whimper. 

"Dust  look  at  doze  'ittle  shoes!"  he  said  scornfully; 
"  Dey  so  'ittle  nobody  will  see  my  feet  1" 

When  sister  found  he  felt  so  badly,  she  said  ;  "  O  mamma  1 
Let  him  wear  the  boots;  he  is  so  happy  in  them  1" 

Xo  foot-gear  since  Cinderella's  glass  slipper  has  had  more 
to   do  with   a  body's  happiness   than  the    new  rubber   boots 


THE  HOLLY  BOY. 

for  this  little  man.  His  white  wool  cap  matches  his  white 
coat  ;  the  red  stripes  on  each,  match  the  color  of  the  holly- 
berries.  His  cheeks  are  almost  as  red,  and  his  eyes  are 
dark  and  loving.  His  soft  voice  in  broken  words,  his 
gentle  ways,  you  can  hardly  imagine,  even  with  his  picture 
in  )our  hand.      But  you  see  he  is  a  darling! 

Next  to  riding,  he  loves  best  to  play  horse.  He  was 
riding  his  stick  horse  one  day  round  and  round  the  room, 
when  mamma  had  a  headache. 

"  Please,  Will,"  she  said,  "be  a  little  more  quiet  I" 

Boy  began  to  move  slowly,  saying:  "  I  won't  let  him  trot, 
mamma! "  But  soon  he  forgot  and  was  making  mamma  giddy. 

"  Deal'  mamma  !  "  he  begged,  "  dust  let  me  show  his  gait  !  " 

The  stick-horse  went  slower  and  slower,  till  it  stopped  ; 
and  the  little  rider  curled  up  on  the  foot  of  mamma's  couch 
and  went  to  sleep. 

He  has  a  crooked  tongue,  when  he  is  talking  fast ;  at 
least,  he  said  :  "  Mamma  wants  her  hluh-guttoncr  !  "  when  he 
went  to  sister  for  the  glove-buttoner.  The  vinegar-jug  he 
calls  \\v^jincgar-b2ig.  One  day  he  came  home  from  riding 
and  told  that  they  had  gone  as  far  as  the  tall-goat,  when 
he  meant  toll-gate. 

When  a  new  horse  was  brought  home  Will  asked  with 
delight  :  "  Do  we  belong  to  that  horse,  now,  papa?" 

When  sister  crowds  him  a  little,  he  says  :  "  P'ese  sit  a 
'ittle  nearer  off  !  "  He  does  not  like  much  butter  on  his 
bread  ;   "It  makes  it  so  slippy  !  "  he  says. 

Good-bye,  dear  Will  Winter  ! 


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CHOCOLATE  CREAMS! 

OT   the   kind  ot    chocolate    creams   that  you    bu)-  in  a 
shop,  but  four  uice  httle  brown-faced  girlies,  in  white 


frocks  were  Hke  the  cream  part.  I  felt  like  eating  them 
right  up  !  You  see  I  was  very  lonely,  as  we  were  away 
"  down  South  in  Dixie  "  where  mamma  took  me  to  get 
well,  one  winter.  I  was  sitting  on  the  verandah  doing 
nothing — wlien  the  gate  opened,  and  the  chocolate  creams 
came  walking  in  one  by  one.  and  stood  all  in  a  row  bt-fore 
me.  One  was  shy  and  held  her  linger  in  her  mouth  all  the 
time.  One  giggled  behind  a  Ian,  one  turned  her  back  to 
hide  a  big  bunch  of  flowers,  and  smiled  at  me  over  her 
shoulder — and  the  other  one  had  a  muff — on  that  very 
warm  day  I 

They  all  stood  still,  till  I  said  "Good-morning."  Then 
they  all  giggled,  and  the  one  with  the  flowers  said,  "  Mornin' 
you!''  Then  I  said,  "What's  )our  name?"  and  the  one 
with  the  muff  said,  "Sara  Ann  Muflina — calls  me  Muff  for 
short,  'kase  I  likes  a  muff  to  carry."  Then  she  nudged  the 
one  with  the  flowers,  and  sJic  said,  "  Name's  Judy  Blue- 
bell, 'kase  I  likes  flowers  so  much."  The  one  with  the  fan 
never  took  it  down  froni  her  face,  but  said  from  behind  it  in 
a  muftiy  voice,  "  My  name's  Ethelberta  Fancy — calls  me 
Fan  for  short — "kase  I  always  has  a  fan," — and  then  she 
giggled.  The  one  with  her  finger  in  her  mouth  would  n't 
say  a  word — and  the  flower  girl  had  to  tell  her  name.  She 
said,  "  Name's  Tilly  Pepp'mint— 'kase  she  loves  pepp'mints 
so  an'  she  always  has  one  in  her  mouth,  an'  can't  speak  I  " 


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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

Then  the  muff  girl  said,  "  What's  iw/r  name?"  And  I 
told  them  "  Charlie,"  and  she  said,  "  I've  brought  you  some- 
thin'  right  here  in  my  muff — guess  what?"  And  I  had  to 
guess  a  lot  of  things — but  none  of  them  was  right,  so  she  took 
out  a  little  paper  box  from  her  muff,  and  I  undid  it,  and  what 
do  you  think  !  A  lot  of  glass  beads — red  and  blue  and  all 
colors.  She  said,  "  You  can  string  'em  on  a  thread,  an'  make 
necklaces  an'  rings."  And  then  the  flower  girl  said,  "I've 
brought  you  somethin' too  ! " — and  she  gave  me  her  big 
bunch  of  lovely  flowers. 

Then  the  fan  girl  said,  "  So  have  I  brought  you  a  pres- 
ent." And  she  took  her  hand  from  behind  her  back  and 
gave  me — what  do  you  suppose  ?  A  dear  little  live  turtle 
tied  by  a  string  I     Was  n't  that  nice  ? 

Then  they  all  looked  at  the  peppermint  girl — and  she  put 
her  finger  In  her  mouth  and  hung  her  head.  They  all  giggled 
^o-ain — an'  when  I  said,  "  What's  the  matter  ?"  then  the 
flower  girl  said,  "  Tilly  Pepp'mint,  she  set  out  to  bring 
you  some  pepp'mints— but  'fore  she  got  here,  she  eat  them 
all  up!" 

Then  Tilly  Pepp'mint  said,  "  I've  got  one  left" — but  I 
said,  "  Xo  thank  you.  You  eat  it."  So  she  popped  it  in  her 
mouth,  and  they  all  giggled  together  1 

I  asked  them  to  stay  and  play  with  me — but  they  only 
o-iggled  again,  and  went  out  of  the  gate  one  by  one,  and 
away  down  the  road.  They  were  too  shy  to  stay.  But 
they  were  the  jolliest  little  chocolate  creams  I  ever  saw. 

Elizabeth  S.   Tucker. 

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SIX  WIDE-AWAKES. 

SIX  wide-awake  babies,  bless  them  ! 
That  means  six  baths,  six  breakfasts  this  morning  ;  at 
least  as  many  kisses  as  there  are  toes  and  fingers  apiece. 

O,  you  dear  little  troublesome  tots  ! 

What  a  small  place  in  the  house  you  seem  to  fill  ;  the 
smallest  chair,  the  tiniest  bed.  But  if  you  slip  a\va\',  there 
is  a  hollow  which  "  all  the  king's  horses,  and  all  the  king's 
men  "  cannot  fill. 

Each  one,  as  it  comes  along,  its  grandma  has  called  the 
dearest  and  sweetest  she  ever  saw. 

Babies  are  like  parrots  and  monkeys  in  doing  and  saying 
what  people  about  them  do  and  say. 

No  cross  nurse  has  ever  slapped  one  bal:)y  in  this  picture  ; 
no  naughty  brother  has  struck  one.  Only  gentle  hands 
and  voices  have  been  around  them — at  least  we  hope  so. 
Only  pleasant  thoughts  and  fancies  are  dropped  into  their 
mind  gardens  ;  so,  only  lovely  actions  spring  up  and  blos- 
som there  ;  peep  through  their  eyes  and  see. 

Of  course  they  are  not  all  the  time  so  dreadfully  clean  as 
when  they  were  having  their  picture  taken.  A  little  fresh 
dirt  does  not  hurt  any  baby. 

The  boy  who  is  pulling  his  playmate's  hair  seems  to  be 
doing  it  politely  !  Behind  him  is  another  fellow,  a  whole- 
sale dealer  in  flowers.  He  has  given  the  girl  on  each  side 
of  him  a  handful,  and  the  patient  one  in  the  corner  knows 
she  will  have  some,  soon. 

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SIX   U'inE-A]]'AKES. 

You  would  have  a  heartache  if  you  knew  how  many  httle 
folks  in  great  cities  have  no  tiowers. 

Paradise  Park  in  New  York  is  a  shabby  bit  of  dry  orass, 
Avith  a  few  miserable  trees,  and  some  wooden  benches. 

It  is  never  like  the  Paradise  we  dream  about,  except  on 
Saturday  afternoons  in  summer  time.  Then,  down  the 
narrow  street,  drives  a  big  wagon,  filled  with  country  tiowers. 

These  are  given  into  dirty  little  hands  that  get  soap  and 
water  as  rarely  as  they  get  tiowers,  there.  Old  people  come, 
carrying  babies,  all  forlorn  ;   every  one  gets  a  flower. 

O,  how  the  children  push  and  crowd  to  get  near,  for  fear 
there  will  not  be  enough  for  all.  Hundreds  of  bo}'s  and 
girls,  shouting  :  "  O,  please  give  me  a  rose  !"  "  O,  lady,  m\- 
mother  is  sick  ;  do  send  her  a  growing  flower  !  "  "  Say,  mister  I 
This  'ere  little  chap  didn't  get  any  !  ' 

O,  dear  I  ^^ou  cannot  hear  your  own  voice  in  the  hub- 
bub. 

At  last  the  flowers  are  all  given  away  ;  the  basket  must 
be  turned  up  side  down,  and  the  wagon  driven  out  of  sight 
before  the  children  start. 

There  they  go  !  They  carry  the  bright,  sweet-smelling 
flowers  up  into  garrets,  down  into  cellars,  where  there  is  not 
■one  other  single  pretty  thing. 

Yellow  haired  German  babies  ;  dark  skinned  Italian 
babies;  milk  white  Irish  babies. 

Listen  to  papa  I  He  says  they  are  all  American  babies  ; 
we  must  never  forget  that  ;  although  their  fathers  and 
mothers  came  over  the  sea. 


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SIX  BEST  BABIES." 


SOME  people  say  they  like  six  babies  best  when  the^r 
are  fast  asleep  ! 

Six  shops  full  of  candies,  six  cafes  full  of  cakes  and  pies 
which  we  cannot  reach,  are  not  so  good  as  one  box  of 
sweets  at  home,  to  eat  with  someone  we  love. 

So,  six  little  pets  asleep  in  the  public  garden,  are  not 
worth  so  much  to  you  and  me  as  our  one  baby  at  home, 
asleep  or  awake. 

If  we  could  only  help  ourselves  to  one  of  these  tired 
babes,  who  has  nodded  off  to  sleep  among  the  posies  !: 
But  how  could  we  choose,  while  the  fringed  curtains  are 
down  before  the  windows  of  baby's  face  ? 

Step  softly  !  There  !  One  has  heard  you  and  lifts  her 
head,  rubbing  her  dimpled  knuckles  against  her  sleepy  eye. 
Now  if  she  catches  sight  of  us,  she  may  cry  long  and  loud  !' 

Wonder  if  she  has  any  teeth  !     Suppose  she  can  talk  ? 

How  came  these  human  flowers  here?  Did  they  fall,  to- 
gether, from  some  balloon  passing  overhead  ?  It  would 
be  a  pity  to  let  one  fall  where  it  was  not  wanted  ! 

Somebody  loves  these  babies  ;  for  see  how  cunning  are 
their  little  gowns  and  bibs.  This  small  jacket  shows  how 
fast  this  fellow  has  grown. 

It  may  be  a  baby  show,  and  we  have  come  too  early. 

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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

Wise  babies  I  When  there  is  nothing  else  to  do  it  is 
best  to  go  to  sleep.  That  will  save  your  shoes  and  )our 
nerves,  and  keep  the  spectacle  man  far  off. 

You  know  some  one  who  loves  a  pug? 

You  ask  what  babies  are  good  for  ? 

Good  for  earth  and  good  for  heaven  ;  good  to  frolic,  to 
learn,  to  love,  to  grow  up  to  be  good  boys  and  girls. 

Pugs  and  puppies  are  amusing;  but  don't  put  one  in  the 
scales  against  a  dewy-lipped,  starry-eyed  baby  I  Pug  would 
be  ashamed  of  himself,  and  wriggle  away,  and  run  to  the 
kennel  or  the  stable. 

But  you  have  no  baby  at  your  house  ? 

W^ell,  you  can  find  places  where  there  is  a  baby  for 
every  brick  in  the  sidewalk.  7^o  give  one  of  them  a  nice 
home,  with  a  bed  and  a  bath  and  something  to  eat  would  be 
jolly  ;  bye-and-bye  it  would  be  better  than  a  dog  when  it 
could  talk  to  you  and  sing. 

You  know  a  cat  that  is  loved  like  a  baby  ? 

Don't  bother  to  tell  us  about  that,  either. 

Why,  babies  are  even  better  than  flowers,  for  they  bloom 
all  the  year  round  ! 

In  some  countries,  people  do  not  think  very  much  of 
baby-girl  ;  but  here  she  is  worth  her  weight  in  gold  ;  worth 
just  as  much  as  her  brother. 

Hush  I     The  babies  are  sleeping  yet  ! 

Perhaps  this  is  all  the  show  there  is  to  be  ! 

Let  us  tiptoe  home,  and  leave  them  dreaming  among  the 
flowers. 


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IN  JAPAN. 


PERHAPS  your  name  is  Rose  or  Lily  ;  or  perhaps  you 
know  some  little  girls  who  have  been  named  after 
those  flowers.      But  did  you  ever  know  one  named  Kikii  ? 

That  is  a  common  name  in  Japan  ;  the  chr\santhemum 
is  called  Kiku  there  ;  it  is  much  easier  to  spell  and  to 
speak,  surely.  In  this  picture  of  dear  little  Japanese  girls, 
Kiku  is  showing  you  some  of  her  name-flowers. 

The  little  friend  next  to  her  is  named  Haru.  You  think 
that  is  a  queer  name?  Everything  is  queer  in  Japan,  but 
the  flowers  I  Haru,  and  all  the  girls  and  ladies  must  have 
a  ribbon  tied  about  the  waist  ;  what  we  call  a  sash,  they 
call  obi. 

Next  to  Haru  is  pretty  Ilo.  Do  you  see  how  the  hair 
of  each  little  beauty  is  tucked  up  in  a  puff,  waxed  smooth 
and  shiny?  Nobody's  hair  in  Japan  is  dressed  every  day! 
At  night,  people  do  not  tumble  about  on  hot  feather  pil- 
lows, soft  beds  and  bouncing  springs.  They  sleep  upon 
mats  on  the  floor,  which  keep  them  straight  ;  and  their 
heads  rest  on  a  box  ;  in  that  way  the  hair  is  not  rumpled, 
but  keeps  beautifully  smooth  for  several  da\s.  You  would 
rather  see  it  all  rumpled  ?  But  you  are  not  in  Japan  I  How 
would  you  like  to  wake  up  and  find  your  house  rocking; 
glass  and  silver  jingling  ;  pictures  swinging  from  the  walls  ; 
and  know  it  was  an  earthquake  that  was  rocking  you  ? 
They  are  quite  used  to  such  little  things  in  Japan. 

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IX  JAPAN. 

The  fourth  pet  is  Sono  ;  she  wonders  if  you  were  ever 
carried  on  yuur  brother's  back?  In  Japan,  you  might  see  a 
boy  coming  towards  you  on  the  street  and  think  he  surely 
had  two  heads  !  But  as  he  passed  you  would  see  he  was 
taking  his  younger  brother  or  sister  for  a  walk  ;  or,  perhaps 
was  playing  with  a  bab\'  tied  to  his  back  ! 

You  would  admire  the  splendid  kites  which  are  almost 
always  to  be  seen  flying  in  the  air,  with  wonderful  shapes 
and  faces.  Men  make  the  kites  and  iiy  them  with  the 
boys.  And  wliat  is  just  as  delightful,  the  women  play  with 
dolls  !  They  make  clothes  for  them,  and  carry  them  out 
on  the  streets,  just  as  you  little  girls  do  in  our  parks. 

Everybody  in  Japan  has  flowers  and  umbrellas. 

They  spend  most  of  their  time  out  of  doors  :  they  do 
not  teach  the  children  ver)'  mueh  ;  they  play  about  almost 
as  idly  as  kittens,  and  are  good-natured  and  gentle. 

They  have  black   hair,  bright  eyes  and  clear  yellow  skin. 

You  would  not  change  your  blue-eyed  baby  for  Kiku's 
little  sister  !  And  she  would  not  have  such  an  ugly  black 
umbrella  as  your  mamma's  ! 

The  umbrellas  in  Sono's  house  are  of  bright  colors,  with 
flowers  and  pictures  on  them.  On  the  mantel  are  lovely 
snakes  and  toads,  in  bronze  and  china,  and  over  the  doors 
are  horrid  big  heads  with  great  round  eyes  and  grinning 
mouths  and  long  red  tongues. 

You  would  want  to  run  away  from  the  sight? 

But  you  w^ould  laugh  at  it  if  you  had  grown  where  these 
Jap  babies  grew%  in  Japan. 

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FOUR  LITTLE  PLUMS! 

\/\  R.  PLUM  lives  on  a  Long  Island  farm,  where  there  is 
^  '  *  room  and  time  for  these  little  Plums  to  grow  and 
ripen  in  the  sun.  The  smallest,  sweetest  Plum  is  a  graft 
from  a  Quaker  farm  ;  her  great-grandma  sat  on  the  facing 
seat  in  a  Friend's  Meeting-house,  and  never  said  anything 
more  severe  than  thee  and  thou. 

The  next  Plum  has  another  flavor.  Her  other  great- 
grandma  went  up  on  the  roof  and  rang  a  bell,  when  the 
British  soldiers  were  in  the  house,  looking  for  money  and 
silver  spoons.  Crack,  went  the  muskets,  bang  went  the 
guns  below  ;  ding-a-ling-aling,  went  the  girl's  dinner-bell  ; 
not  a  shot  hitting  her.  The  soldiers  were  scared,  and 
jumped  into  their  boats  ;  they  were  rowing  out  of  the  har- 
bor when  the  neighbors  came  to  help.  Look  at  this  second 
Plum  ;  she  could  do  the  same. 

Master  Ned  battles  with  the  bugs  in  the  melon  patch  and 
potato  field  as  his  great-grandfather  fought  for  Molly 
Stark,  with  all  his  might.  Master  Ned  feeds  the  chickens 
and  has  a  share  of  eggs  and  fowls  to  sell. 

They  have  a  garden  patch  and  plant  what  they  please  ; 
they  sow  seeds^  they  pull  weeds,  and  their  father  sells  their 
lettuce  and  radishes  with  his  own. 

The  mother — the  best  Plum  of  all  ! — gives  the  children  a 
sum  of  money  every  Saturday.  They  keep  account  books, 
and  put  down  what  money  they  get,  where  it  goes  and 
what  it  buys.    At  the  top  of  the  cover  of  Ned's  book,  is  this  : 

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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 
NED  PLUMS  ALOUEXS. 

You  will  make  a/Ioijajicc  for  his  spelling;  his  counting  is 
all  right. 

Out  of  this  money  must  come  all  the  presents  they  make 
in  the  year  ;  Birthda\s  and  Christmas.  They  do  not  give 
what  other  people  buy  for  them. 

If  you  couH  be  in  this  Plum  orchard  a  while  you  would 
learn  many  things  you  are  not  expected  to  learn  in  the  city 

Patty  and  Ned  counted  twenty  kinds  of  weeds  in  a  wall- 
with  me; — dandelion,  catnip,  mullein,  plantain,  snap-dragon 
mayweed,  dock,  clover,  smartweed.  burdock,  chickweed 
thistle,  sheep-sorrel,  pigweed,  horse-sorrel,  tansy,  pepper 
mint,  penny-royal  and  spearmint.  All  in  a  morning  walk 
bv  the  roadside,  in  the  woods  and  by  the  brook. 

And  the  birds  !  The  country  children  love  the  birds,  and 
know  their  names  and  how  and  where  they  build  their  nests. 

Louise,  the  big  sister,  is  a  little  mother  to  baby,  and  saves 
her  dear  mamma  many  steps  in  each  busy  da)-. 

It  is  too  bad  that  their  Newfoundland  dog,  Roger,  is  not 
in  the  picture.  In  the  country,  a  big,  faithful  dog,  seems  part 
of  a  child's  life.  Roger  hunts  the  weasel  in  the  stone  wall, 
which  catches  the  \-oung  chickens.  Roger  finds  the  wood- 
chuck,  and  keeps  him  shut  in,  till  Ned  or  his  father  comes. 

You  may  be  sure  that  wide-awake  country  children  have 
many  chances  to  learn  easily,  from  day  to  day,  what  city 
hoys  and  girls  learn  slowly,  from  books  and  tutors. 

Do  you  wish  you  were  a  Plum? 

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THE  FAIRIES  OF  TO-DAY. 

THE  first  fairy  was  looking  out  of  her  mother's  window 
when  she  spied  a  pale-faced  lady,  alone,  at  a  window 
opposite.  She  kissed  her  hand  ;  the  lady  smiled,  but  wiped 
her  eyes.      Somebody  said  that  lady  had  lost  her  children. 

"Mamma."  said  the  first  fairy,  "you  say  my  bright  eyes 
find  lost  things  !      :^Iay  I  help  that  lady  find  her  children  ?" 

"You  may,  dear  Sunbeam  !" 

And  when  Sunbeam  shone  into  the  quiet  room  across  the 
street,  the  lady  grasped  the  little  hand,  which  led  her  down 
the  street,  around  a  corner  into  a  dark  alley. 

"There  are  so  many  children  here,"  she  said,  "  if  your 
lost  babies  are  not  among  them,  you  can  help  yourself  !  " 

The  sunbeam  and  the  lady's  gold  lighted  up  the  alley, 
and  a  Day  Nursery  grew  out  of  the  first  fairy's  heart. 

The  second  fairy  was  dancing  among  the  flowers  when 
she  saw  an  old  man  going  by  ;  all  bent  with  troubles.  The 
fairy  filled  his  hands  with  flowers.  Lookino  down  upon  her 
smiling  face,  he  breathed  the  sweetness  of  her  lilies  and 
roses,  until  he  smiled!  Only  a  fairy  could  make  old  ^Ir. 
Moneybags  smile. 

The  third  fairy  saw  little  Sammy  Bowlegs  hobbling  upon 
his  ankles,  before  his  mother's  door. 

"  What  makes  him  walk  so  queerly?  "  the  fairy  asked. 

Mrs.  Bowlegs  (so  the  street-boys  called  her)  answered 
from  the  door  : 

"  I  wash  all  day,  honey  ;  and    Sammy  takes  care  of  him- 

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THE  FAIRIES  OF  TO-DA  V. 

self  ;  he  walked  too  soon,  and  made  his  legs  crooked  for 
life!" 

"  I  think  not !  "  said  fairy  ;  hurrying  on  to  see  her  uncle, 
a  very  great  doctor. 

"  Why,  Fly-away  ;  how  came  you  here  alone  ?  "  he  asked. 

"  I  could  n't  wait  for  mamma  !  I  just  found  the  lamest 
boy !     Cure  him,  and  I  will  give  you  my  darling  dog!  " 

iVozj,  if  you  pass  that  laundry  door,  you  will  see  Sammy, 
quite  happy,  with  a  sort  of  harness  on  his  feet  and  with 
splinted  legs.  No  more  tears  fall  into  the  tub  ;  he  and  his 
mother  believe  in  fairies  ! 

^ly  fourth  fairy,  like  a  honey-bee,  sucks  sweets  from 
every  thing!  If  it  rains,  she  says:  "Now  I  can  clean  my 
dollys'  house  and  wash  their  clothes  !" 

If  the  company  expected  does  not  come,  she  says  : 
"  Never  mind,  mamma  ;  we  can  play  with  each  other  !  " 

When  j\Ieg  broke  off  the  best  doll's  head,  she  said, 
"We'll  wrap  it  up  and  play  it  is  a  mummy  !" 

When  papa  goes  away  she  comforts  mamma:  "There 
will  be  the  letters  !  And  we  will  meet  him  when  the  steamer 
comes  in  !  " 

Her  mouth  is  a  rainbow  between  her  smiles  and  tears. 

Perhaps  she  is  the  best  kind  of  every-day-fairy,  for  a 
pattern,  to  copy  after.  She  is  ready  to  make  the  best  of 
everything.     Are  yoic  ? 

Don't  be  looking  in  hollow  trees  and  under  toad-stools 
for  fairies.  But  look  in  the  glass.  You  will  see  there  a 
good  fairy,  or  a  bad  fairy — which  shall  it  be  ? 

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"PEACHES  AND  CREAM!" 


THAT  is  the  luscious  name  by  which  these  lovely,  lively 
little  women  are  known. 

If  you  do  not  like  this  kind  of  Peaches  and  Cream,  per- 
haps you  have  not  any  heart,  or  it  has  fallen  into  the  place 
where  you  put  the  other  kind  of  peaches  and  cream. 
Such  jolly  little  Peaches — such  sweet  little  Creams  ! 

It  was  Aunt  Bess,  in  her  studio  at  Woodstock,  who 
gave  them  this  name.  She  had  invited  these  four  little 
neighbors  to  visit  her  boys,  Max  and  Fritz. 

One  of  these  little  women  loves  to  sew.  Aunt  Bess  has 
o-iven  her  a  work-bag  with  a  doll's  apron  in  it,  blunt  scis- 
sors and  a  wee  thimble.  This  is  Mabel.  Max  made  that 
wreath  for  her  to  wear  while  her  picture  is  being  painted. 
Mabel  is  as  sweet  as  cream. 

One  of  the  Peaches,  Constance,  is  fond  of  "  making 
believe"  stories  and  plays.  Aunt  Bess  has  given  her  a 
pad  tied  with  bright  ribbons,  to  make  a  book. 

The  pink-cheeked  Peach,  Agatha,  wanted  a  slate  like 
Fritz's  ;  so  Aunt  Bess  has  hung  one  on  her  arm,  to  have 
all  to  her  own  self,  forever  and  ever,  or  till  it  is  broken. 

The  shyest  little  Cream,  Dorothy,  wanted  to  write  a 
letter  to  her  mamma,  who  is  far  away  ;  so  Max  gave  her  a 
big  sheet  of  paper. 

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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  /JANGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

These  four  little  women  are  growing  too  fast ;  that  is 
all  the  fault  anybody  can  find  with  them. 

Aunt  Bess  says  there  is  only  one  thing  to  do  about  it. 
And  she  is  going  to  do  it  ! 

They  have  had  a  tea-party,  on  her  piazza  ;  where  the 
white  roses  climb  on  the  lattice.  The  pitcher  of  tea-kettle 
tea  is  empty,  and  the  goodies  are  all  eaten,  and  now  for 
the  picture  !  That  will  not  let  them  grow,  after  to-day. 
Here  they  shall  stay,  so  little — so  big. 

Now  if  there  were  a  market,  really  and  truly,  where  a 
Mr.  Cupid  was  selling  such  Peaches  and  Cream,  which  one 
of  these  would  you  like  to  buy,  little  boy  ?  Uliisper  ;  no 
one  shall  hear ! 

Agatha,  with  the  slate,  would  tease  you  to  make  pictures, 
all  day. 

Dorothy  would  perhaps  get  crying  for  her  mamma  and 
the  Cream  would  be  almost  sour. 

Constance  would  make  a  "  Little  Boy  Blue"  of  you,  or  a 
"Jack  the  Giant-killer;"  you  must  always  be  playing  you 
are  somebody  else,  when  Constance  is  the  mistress. 

And  Mabel  is  so  fond  of  cutting  !  Your  hair  and  your 
kite,  and  your  heart-strings  might  all  be  snipped  before 
you  knew  it. 

Don't  be  in  a  hurry,  dear  little  man,  to  get  this  kind  of 
Peaches  and  Cream.  Be  v-e-r-y  sure  which  kind  you  really 
want.  Then  wait  till  you  have  a  nice  place  all  your  own 
to  put  one  in  ;  a  place  to  lock  up  ;  and  there  will  be  only 
one  key,  and  you  will  carry  that  safely  in  your  heart. 

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RHYMES 


BY 


HELEN  GRAY  CONE 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 


A  LECTURE 


I_IER  subject  was  a  chestnut; 

Her  lecture  was  a  treat  ; 
She  said,   a  fairy  hid  inside 
And  Hved  upon  the   meat. 

And   if  \'ou   tried  to   roast  it, 

You'd   find   if  this   were  true; 
The  shell  would   open  with  a   "pop!" 

While  off  the  fairy  flew. 

The  only  proof  still   lacking,— 

And  somehow  hard  to  get, — 
Was  just  to  see  the  fairy  fly, 

Which  had  not  happened  yet  ! 

Helen   Grav   Cone, 


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HER  SUBJECT  WAS  A  CHESTNUT; 
HER  LECTURE  WAS  A  TREAT. 


45 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


LITTLE   BUTTERFLIES. 


^1^  7H AT  are  you   following-,   wistful  eyes  ? 
The  golden   flocks  of  the  butterflies? 
What  is  the  secret  you   long  to  know  ? 
Whence  and  whither  they  come  and  go? 

Whence  each  comes  like  a  flying   flower, 
Is  a  fairy   tale   for  a   twilight   hour; 
Of  a  wingless  creature   that  can   but  creep, 
Of  a  silken  shroud   and  a  folded  sleep. 

Whither  each  goes,   is  a  dream   for  you 

To  dream   on   your  pillow  a  long  night  through  ; 

Of  boundless  fields  and  a  wind  set  free, 

And  a  blue  sky  deep  as  the  soundless  sea  ! 

Helen   Gray   Cone, 

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WHAT  ARE  YOU  FOLLOWING,  WISTFUL  EYES? 
THE  GOLDEN  FLOCKS  OF  THE  BUTTERFLIES? 


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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 


THE  MAY  BASKET, 


\/^IOLET  and   Maidenhair, 

Once  in   happy  weather. 
Went  to   hang-  a   May-basket, 
Straying  off  together. 

Up  the  street  and  down   the  lane 

They  wandered  east  and   west  ; 
But  brought  it  back  to  mother's  door, 

Because  they  loved  her  best  I 

Helen   Gray   Cone. 


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VIOLET  AND  MAIDENHAIR, 
ONCE  IN  HAPPY  WEATHER, 

WENT  TO  HANG  A   MAY-BASKET, 
STRAYING  OFF  TOGETHER. 


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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AND  RHY:JES, 


NOVEMBER  PLUMES 


¥    LOVE   the   white   chr\-santhen"iums  ; 

For  wlien    their  time   of  hloominL;"  comes 

I   think  of  Fairy    Princes  brave, 

With  great  snow-phnnes   that   float  and   wave. 

Like   proud   white   princes,    fair  and    bold, 

They  grace   the   gardens  in    the   cold. 
And   toss  along  the   Autumn   air 
A   scent  of  something  strange   and   rare  ; 
F^it   flowers   for  my  white   prince    to   wear  ! 

Helen   Gray   Coiic^ 


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A  SCENT  OF  SOMETHING  STRANGE  AND  RARE; 
FIT  FLOWERS  FOR  MY  WHITE  PRINCE  TO  WEAR! 


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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


SPRING  WONDER 


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OVE LOCKS  and  Swcetiips, 
Rose   and    Kiss-me-quick, 


All   wonder,    wonder,   wonder 
At  the  downy   baby   chick. 

"  Cheep,   cheep,"   the  chick  says  ; 

The   meanini^-  can    you   tell  ? 
"  I    wonder,    wonder,   wonder 

At  the  world  outside  the  shell!" 

O   big  world,    O   bright   world. 

And  wider  than    they   know. 
Be  good  to  little   chirping  chicks 

That  wonder  at  you   so  ! 

Helen   Gray   Cone 

52 


ALL  WONDER,  WONDER,  WONDER 
AT  THE  DOWNY  BABY  CHICK. 


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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  /INGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 


SECRETS. 


X/'OU'LL    never  tell   about   the   humming-bird 

That  came  into  the  garden  yesterday — 
No,   not  a  word  I   for  may  be  if  he  heard 
He'd 

stay 

aw  a)'  I 

And  other  secrets  we  will   keep  just  so, 

And  you'll  tell  only   me,   and   I'll   tell  )ou  ; 
And   Toddles,   when   he's  big  enough,   you   know, 
We'll 

tell 

him 

too  ! 

Helen   Gray   Cone. 

54 


AND  OTHER  SECRETS  WE  WILL  KEEP  JUST  SO, 
AND  YOU'LL  TELL  ONLY  ME,   AND   I'LL  TELL  YOU. 


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A    TREASURY  OF  S TORIES,  JINGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 


UNDER  THE  MISTLETOE. 


I)0\'E   tlie  ros\-  bo)-s  and  girls 

I'he   mystic  shoots   like  watchers  lean, 
W  ith   glistening  berries   grey  as   pearls, 
And   listening  elhn   ears   of  green. 

"  Though   folks  are   queer,   this   time  of  year, 
We'll   do  just  what   they   told   us   to  ; 

lust   wh)'   it   is,   we're   not   so   cle^ar. 
But   \ou    kiss   nie   and    I'll   kiss  )-ou  ! " 

Helen    Gi'ay    Cone 


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^^ 


V  ^ 


II 


0 


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JUST  WHY  IT  IS  WE'RE  NOT  SO  CLEAR, 
BUT  YOU  KISS  ME  AND  I'LL  KISS  YOU! 


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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


THE  FIRST  FOREBODING 


N 


OT   many  griefs  has    Daffodil  ; 

Not  many  clews  her  dear  eyes  fill  ; 
Her  voice  is  g'ay.  her  smile  is  sunny, 
Her  little  heart  is  full   of  honey. 


Yet   I   have  seen   her  sad,   because 

Her  own   gray  kitten,   Velvet-Paws, 

Will  grow  and  change — just  think  of  that  !-- 
Will  change  and  grow,   and   be  a  cat  ! 

How  pleasant  life  would  be,   oh   dear  ! 

If  daffodils  bloomed  all  the  year, 

And  willow  catkins  sta)'ed  just  so, 
And  own  gray  kittens  didn't  grow  ! 

Helen   Gray   Cone. 

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\ 


HOW  PLEASANT  LIFE  WOULD  BE.  OH   DEAR! 
IF  OWN  GRAY  KITTENS  DLDN'T  GROW! 


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A    TREASURY  OF  S70R/ES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

"ONE,  TWO,  THREE— MISS!'^ 


NOW,    Flaxen-Floss  in   the  red  riding;  hat, 
What   is  the  thing-  that  you  are  puzzled  at? 
1    fancy   it   is  something   like   to   this: 
Why  cannot  anybody  keep  right  on? 
Why   is   it,    that   however  high   you've  gone. 
At   last   you    miss? 

I   can't  tell   why  ;    but  this  is  the  amount — 

If  you   should  jump   longer  than   you   can    count, 

As  many  tunes  as  g-rass-blades  are,   and  past, — 
As   many  times  as  there  are  stars   in    heaven,— 
Yes,   if  you  jumped   right   on   to  twenty-leven, 

You'd   miss  at  last  ! 

It's  just  the  reason   why  the  bubbles  break; 
Why  water-lilies  cannot  hold  awake  ; 

Why  iire-fly  lanterns  go  out  now  and  then  ; 
Why  often   elder  folk,   in  life's  grave  game, 
Just  have  to  stop,   sigh  "miss!"  and  without  shame 

Begin  again. 

Helen    Gray    Coin\ 


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^"""^'^m 


I'i! 


W-  ■  •■■: 


WHY  IS  IT,  THAT  HOWEVER  HIGH  YOU'VE  GONE, 
AT  LAST  YOU  MISS  ? 


d   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES 


LILY 


LILY,   wonder-sweet 
And   pure   as   snow, 
I    cannot   touch   you, 

Though    I    U)ve   )-ou    so. 

It  seems  as  tliough. 

From   out  the  blue  aloft, 
A   cloud   of  angels    drifted, 

Slow   and   soft. 

And   resting  on   your  tall   green   stalks 

I    found   them. 
With   wings   half-folded,   and 

Heaven's   fragrance   round   them. 

Helen   Gray   Cone 

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V^- 


0  LILV,  WONDER-SWEET  AND  PURE  AS  SNOW. 

1  CANNOT  TOUCH  YOU,  THOUGH  1  UOVE  YOU  SO. 


A   J-REASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


BO-PEEP 


A   PPLECHEF:KS  aivl   Diinplcchin, 
Chancing  on    tiie   clever  plan, 
Played    Bo-peep,   with    m(M-r\'   din, 
Round  an   outspread   fan. 

"Now   I    see  you!"      What  delight! 

"Now   then,    now    then,    /  see   iw/ / " 
How  the)'  laughed  !      The   day  was   bright, 

And  the  fan   was  blue. 

Why  was  this   so   sweet?      Ah,   why? 

Weary   women,    grown-up    men, 
That's  the   secret  you   and    I 

Ne'er  shall  know  again  ! 

Helen   Gray   Cone. 

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PLAYED  BO-PEEP,  WITH  MERRY  DIN, 
ROUND  AN  OUTSPREAD  FAN. 


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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


A  CHRISTMAS  STOCKING 


¥UST   be   patient,    doll)-, 
We  will  get  you   out! 
Seems  to   me   she's  very   good, 
Doesn't  cry   nor  pout  ! 

Didn't  hear  the  sleigh-bells — 

Wonder  when   he  came? 
Aren't  you  glad  her  eyes  are  brown  ? 

Wonder  what's  her  name  ? 

Guess  he  wouldn't  like  it, 

Smothered  up  all   night, 
If  he  found  a    chimney  once 

Fitted  him  so  tight. 

Helen   Gray   Cone. 

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JUST  BE  PATIENT,  DOLLY,  WE  WILL  GET  YOU  OUT! 
SEEMS  TO  ME  SHE'S  VERY  GOOD,  DOESN'T  CRY  NOR  POUT  ! 


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WHILE  BLOSSOM-BABY'S  BLUE,  BLUE  EYES, 

AS  CLEAR  AS  SKIES  OF  SPRING, 
ARE  WIDE  WITH  INNOCENT  SURPRISE. 


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THE  DANDELION  CHAIN 


npHE   green  field  smoothed 
^        her  velvet  gown 
The  gifts  of  Spruig  to  hold  ; 
Spring    laughed,    and    in    her 
lap   threw   down 
A  shower  of  guinea-gold. 

The      burnished      dandelions 
burn 

Beneath   the  sunny   sky  ; 
But  dandelion-gold  will    tin-n 

To  silver  by  and  by. 


So    let    us    link    a    chain,    to 
deck, 
In   this  gay  golden  hour. 
Our   Blossom-Baby's  rose-leaf 
neck, 
That's  softer  than  a  flower  : 

While    Blossom-Baby's    blue, 
blue  eyes, 
As  clear  as  skies  of  Spring, 
Are   wide  with   innocent    sur- 
prise 
To  see  the  shining  thing  \ 

Helen   Gray   Cone. 


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X 


\ 


\ 


TELL  ME.  WHAT  DOES  THE  HUSK  YOU  HOLD 
IN  THE  WARM  LITTLE  FINGERS,  HIDE? 


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HIDDEN   PEARLS. 


SILKEN-LOCKS    In    the 
summer  corn, 
Softly  a-stir  in   the   dreamy 
air, 
Two   round    years,   since    you 
were  born, 
Have  rolled  away  and  been 
lost  somewhere. 


What   if  we    pried    and    tried 
to  see  ? — 
Under      the       light-green, 
tangled  silk. 
Folded    away  from    you    and 
me. 
Wonderful  pearls,  as  white 
as  milk  ! 


People   are   wise  at  two  years 
old, 
Serious-lipped    and     sober- 
eyed  ; 
Tell   me,  what  does  the  husk 
you   hold 
hi  the  warm  little    fingers, 
hide? 


-Ah,  she  looks  up,  and  smiles, 

and  shows. 
Parting  her  lips,  my  grave 


wee  girl, 


Milk^'-white      in      their      tiny 
rows. 
Treasures  of  dearer  pearl ! 
Helen   Gray   Cone. 


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1  KNOW  THE  ROGUE  WHO  DRAINS  THEM, 
A  ROBBER  BOLD  AND  SMALL; 

THE  LAST  DROP  IN  THE  WINE-SKIN 
HE  LIKES  THE  BEST  OF  ALL. 


FAIRY  WINE-SKINS. 


FAIRY  WINE-SKINS, 


"^"Jl  THEN   dusky  grapes  in  clusters 

^  ^        Weigh  down   the  ropes  of  vine, 
Like  dusty  leathern  bottles, 
Plumped  out  with  fairy  wine, 

I   know  the  rogue  who  drains  them, 

A   robber  bold  and  small  ; 
The  last  drop  in  the  w^ine-skin 

He  likes  the  best  of  all. 

Each  russet  sack  he  presses, 
And  stains  with   red  the  tips 

Of  all  his  gypsy  fingers. 
And  both  his  eager  lips. 

O   Peach-Cheeks,  when  the  fairies 
By  moonlight  seek  the  vine, 

And  find  a  heap  of  empty  sacks 
But  not  a  drop  of  wine. 


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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

Just  fancy  how  they'll  grumble 
Because  you've  spoiled  the  feast, 

While  you  are  soundly  sleeping, 
Not  carinp-  in    the  least  ; 


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^^ 


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7, 


Lids  fast  and  lashes  fallen, 

And  dreaming  that  it's  true 
That  all  the  world's  a  great  round  grape, 

Full  ripe,  and  meant  for  }ou  ! 


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A  SOLDIER  OF  THE  SXOVrS. 


A  SOLDIER  OF  THE  SNOWS 


nY  brave  boy  loves  the  winter-time  ; 
He  loves  the  bright,  wild  clays 
When  the  strong-  sun   shines,   and  the  icy  trees 

With  a  host  of  bayonets  blaze  ; 
And  the  silver  bullets  drop  left  and  right, 

And  the  wind  goes  charging  past 
With  the  whirl  of  a  thousand  cuirassiers 
And  the  sound  of  a  trumpet-blast ! 

From  a  veteran  tree,   all  scarred  and  gray, 

He  has  wrested   a  steely  bough; 
He  has  captured  the  enemy's  colors  gay,—  . 

In  his  face  he  bears  them   now! 
He  bears  them  in   his  merry  face, 

That's  like  the  bold  red  rose; 
And  henceforth  he  shall   ever  be 

Mv   Soldier  of  the   Snows  ! 


75 


FROM  A  VETERAN  TREE,  ALL  SCARRED  AND  GRAY, 
HE  HAS  WRESTED  A  STEELY  BOUGH. 


76 


A  RHYME  OF  CHANGING  CHILDREN. 


A  RHYME  OF  CHANGING 
CHILDREN. 


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HERE  are  last  year's  little  folk, 
Whom   we   loved   and  knew? 
■ — Hair  a  trifle  browner  gold  ; 
Eyes  not  quite  so  blue. 

Where's  that  curve  in  Rose-Red's  cheek 

Used  to  please  me  so? 
Where,   the  curls  that   Love-Locks  had 

Not  so  long  ago  ? 

Just  as  Spring  in   Summer's  lost, 

Sure  it  is  and  clear, 
Every  child  is  children  four 

hi  a  single  year  ! 

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^5  ■  ■•■~-#-'r  ., 


WHERE'S  THAT  CURVE  IN  ROSE-RED'S  CHEEK 
USED  TO  PLEASE  ME  SO? 


78 


FAIRY  TALES 


THE  THREE  BEARS. 


DID  you  ever  hear  of  the  three  Bears  who  hved  in  the 
middle  of  a  wood,  in  a  httle  house  of  their  own  ? 
One  was  a  great  big  Bear  with  a  very  gruff  deep  voice  ; 
the  second  was  a  middhng-sized  Bear,  with  an  ordinary 
middling-sized  voice;  and  the  third  was  a  little  wee  Bear, 
with  a  tiny  voice  like  a  squeak. 

One  day,  they  all  went  out  for  a  walk  in  the  wood  be- 
fore breakfast,  and  while  they  were  gone,  a  little  girl  called 
Silver-locks  passed  by  and  saw  the  nice  little  house  stand- 
ing there.  So  she  opened  the  door  and  walked  into  the 
Bears'  sitting-room.  On  the  table  she  saw  three  bowls  of 
smoking-hot  porridge,  and  by  the  side  of  each  bowl  was  a 
spoon.  The  first  bowl  was  very  large,  and  by  it  lay  a  large 
spoon.  So  Silver-locks  tasted  the  large  bowl  of  porridge, 
but  it  was  so  hot  that  it  burned  her  mouth.  Then  she  tried 
the  second  bowl,  which  was  a  middling-sized  bowl,  and  had  a 
middling-sized  spoon,  but  this  porridge  was  not  hot  enough. 

So 


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THEN  SHE  TRIED  THE  MlDDLlNG-SlZED  BED. 
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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

Then  she  tried  the  third  bowl,  which  was  a  little  wee  bowl, 
with  a  little  wee  spoon,  and  the  porridge  was  so  delicious 
that  she  ate  it  all  up.  Then  she  felt  tired  and  thought  that 
she  would  like  to  sit  down.  She  looked  round  the  room, 
and  saw  that  there  were  three  chairs  there.  One  was  a 
very  large  chair,  so  she  got  up  on  that,  but  she  found  it  so 
hard  that  she  soon  clambered  down  again.  Then  she  tried 
the  second  chair,  which  was  a  middling-sized  chair,  but  this 
was  so  soft  that  she  sank  down  in  it,  and  felt  quite  lost. 
So  this  did  not  please  her,  and  she  got  off  it  and  tried  the 
third  chair,  which  was  a  little  tiny  chair,  and  this  was  so 
comfortable  that  she  sat  there  until  the  bottom  came  out. 
And  when  this  happened,  little  Silver-locks  thought  that 
she  had  better  go  through  the  house  and  see  what  else  was 
there.  So  she  went  up-stairs,  and  there  she  found  a  nice 
tidy  little  bedroom  with  three  white  beds  in  it.  One  was 
quite  big,  and  she  got  into  that,  but  it  was  hard,  like  the  big- 
chair  down-stairs,  so  she  got  up  again.  Then  she  tried  the 
middling-sized  bed,  but  that  was  too  soft,  like  the  middling- 
sized  chair,  so  that  did  not  please  her.  And  then  she  lay 
down  on  the  little  bed.  and  this  was  so  comfortable  that  she 
fell  fast  asleep.  After  a  time,  the  three  Bears  came  in  from 
their  walk  to  have  their  breakfast.  First  came  the  big 
Bear,  and  when  he  saw  the  spoon  in  his  porridge,  he 
roared  in  his  big  gruff  voice  :  "  SOMEONE  HAS  BEEN 
EATING  MY  PORRIDGE!"  Then  the  second  Bear 
came  in,  and  he  looked  at  his  bowd,  and  said  in  his  middling 
voice:  "Someone  has  been   eating  mv  porridge!"     And 


THE  THREE  BEARS. 


when  the  little  bear  looked  at  his  bowl,  he  squeaked  : 
''Someone  has  been  eating  my  porridge,  and  lias  eaten  it  all 
up  /  " 


V---  ^i- 


T''^ 

^ 


'/\  \      ']      t 


"SOMEONE  HAS  BEEN  EATING  MY  PORRIDGE,  AND  HAS  EATEN 
IT  ALL  UP!" 

Then  the  three  Bears  knew  that  someone  had  been  in 
the  house,  so  they  looked  round  the  room,  and  the  bio- 
Bear  roared  out :  "SOMEOxNE  HAS  BEEN  SITTING 
IN   MY  CHAIR!" 

"Someone  has  been  sittinc;  ix  mv  chair,  too!"  said 
the  middling-sized  Bear.  "  Someone  //as  been  si/tinQ  in  my 
chairr  squeaked   the   little    Bear,    '' and  has  sat  the  bottom 

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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

out !''  Then  the  three  Bears  looked  very  grave,  and  they 
went  iip-stairs  to  their  bedroom.  The  big  Bear  found  his 
bed  all  tossed,  so  he  roared  :  "SOMEONE  HAS  BEEN 
LYING  IN  MY  BED!"  SomeoxNE  has  been  lying  in 
MY  p>ED,  too!"  said  the  middling-sized  Bear.  Then  the 
little  bear  squeaked  in  his  wee  voice  :  ''Someone  has  been 
lying  in  my  bed,  and  here  she  is/"  And  they  all  three  col- 
lected round  Silver-locks,  who  was  gazing  at  them  in  terror, 
for  when  she  heard  tlie  voice  of  the  big  Bear  she  thought 
it  was  thunder  in  her  dreams.  When  the  second  Bear  had 
spoken  she  had  not  noticed  him  at  all  because  his  voice 
was  quite  an  ordinary  voice,  but  when  she  heard  the  little 
Bear  squeaking,  she  had  waked  immediately.  Suddenly 
she  jumped  off  the  bed,  and  leaped  out  of  the  open  window, 
and  fled  awav  into  the  wood. 

"WELL.  SHE  MIGHT  HAVE  TOLD  US  HER 
NxA.ME,"  roared  the  big  Bear. 

"  Certainly,"  said  the  middling-sized  Bear. 

"  Certainly^'  squeaked  the  little  wee  Bear. 

But  little  Silver-locks  was  never  seen  or  heard  of  any 
more. 


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ON  HER  FEET  WERE  SLIPPERS  THAT  SHONE    LIKE  GLASS. 


CINDERELLA. 


ONCE  upon  a  time  there  lived  a  widower  and  his 
daughter,  and  she  was  as  sweet  a  child  as  ever  lived  ! 
The  father  decided  to  marry  again,  and  took  for  a  wife  a 
widow  with  two  daughters,  who  he  fancied  would  be  company 
for  his  own  little  girl.  Pnit  they  were  cross  and  unpleas- 
ant, and  treated  the  child  most  shamefully,  making  her  work 
like  a  servant  and  dress  in  rags,  while  they  took  their  ease, 
and  dressed  in  silks  and  fine  laces.  When  her  work  was 
tlone  she  sat  on  the  hearth,  among  the  ashes  and  cinders, 
and  for  that  reason  they  called  her  Cinderella.  The 
stepmother  treated  her  just  as  unkindly,  and  the  poor  girl 
had  a  hard  time  of  it,  but  made  no  complaint  to  her  father. 
One  day  the  king  sent  heralds  to  proclaim  that  a  ball 
would  be  given  for  the  prince,  his  son,  and  all  the  young 
girls  were  invited  to  dance  at  it.  Such  a  time  as  there 
was  !  The  two  sisters  were  in  a  great  flutter  of  prepara- 
tion, and  Cinderella  was  kept  busy  from  early  morning  till 

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CINDERELLA. 

late  at  night.  At  last  the  evening-  came,  and  Cinderella 
dressed  her  two  sisters,  and  they  went  off  to  the  ball  in 
grandeur,  while  she  sat  down  in  the  chimney  corner  and 
wept  bitter  tears.  While  she  sat  thus  her  fairy  godmother 
appeared  and  asked  what  was  the  matter.  "  You  want  to 
goto  the  ball?"  said  she.  "Well,  so  you  shall."  "But 
how  can  I  go  in  these  rags  .^  "  cried  Cinderella.  "  I'll  soon 
fix  that.  Only  do  as  I  tell  you,"  was  the  reply.  A  pump- 
kin was  brought  in  and  a  rat-trap  filled  with  rats  and  mice, 
and  these,  at  a  touch  from  the  magic  wand,  were  trans- 
formed into  a  fine  coach  with  driver  and  footmen.  Another 
touch  of  the  wand,  and  Cinderella's  rags  turned  into  a 
beautiful  dress,  and  on  her  feet  were  slippers  that  shone 
like  glass.  "  Now  go  to  the  ball,"  said  the  godmother, 
"but  be  sure  and  come  away  before  twelve  o'clock,  or  you 
will  find  yourself  in  rags." 

Cinderella  went  to  the  ball,  and  was  the  most  beautiful 
woman  there,  and  the  prince  fell  madl\'  in  love  with  her. 
It  was  nearly  twelve  o'clock  when  Cinderella  remembered, 
and  flew  away — just  in  time.  For  outside  the  door  her 
clothes  turned  to  rags,  and  the  rats  and  mice  went  scurry- 
ing off.  Soon  after  she  reached  home  the  sisters  came  in 
and  told  her  all  about  the  ball,  and  the  lovely  princess  who 
was  there.  She  begged  to  go  to  the  second  ball,  which 
was  to  take  place  the  next  night  ;  but  they  laughed  at  her 
scornfully.  The  fairy  godmother  came  again,  and  used 
her  magic  wand,  and  at  the  ball  Cinderella  was  the  admira- 
tion of    all.      The    prince  was    so    attentive  and    the    time 

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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

passed  so  swiftly  that  Cinderella  forgot.  And  when  she 
looked  at  the  clock,  it  was  on  the  stroke  of  twelve  !  She 
T^/<  ^,-  -  left  in  haste,  and  as  she  ran  down  the 
stairs  her  clothes  chano-ed  to  raos,  and 
away  went  one  of  her  glass  slippers. 
The  prince  picked  it  up,  and 
though  the  porters  at  the  door 
were  questioned,  they  said  that 
no  princess  had  passed, — only  a 
little  kitchen-wench  had  run 
through. 

Meanwhile     Cinderella     had 
run   home   all  the  way   in 
her    rags,    and     ^^\  had     only      just     arrived 

when  the  sisters     ^^i^  ;  returned,  full   of    wonder 

at     what      had  happened,  and  of  conjec- 

ture as  to    who  ,  the       beautiful 

princess     really         ■  \  ^^  was. 

And  the  prince  ^'^^"^  ^^^^      ■'''^^      \'^'\'0^. 

love;      so     the  .       ^"  '^i^'jy^  king  sent  heralds 

round  the  town  '''' .^ -^\  ^^       to     inform      the 

people      that  ■'  "*"  whoever      could 

put       on        the   r  little   glass   slip- 

per dropped  at  the    ball    should 

marry  his  son.     ^S  SHE  RAN  DOWN  THE  STAIRS 

Everyone       HER  CLOTHES  CHANGED      tried    it    on,    but 
TO  RAGS.  ,       r^^     , 

It  was  too  tmy,  and     htted      no 

one. 


CINDERELLA. 

Finally,  the  heralds  came  to  the  two  sisters,  but  they 
fared  no  better,  tug-  and  strain  as  they  would. 

"  Let  me  try  it,"  said  Cinderella  ;  and  the  sisters 
objected.  But  the  herald  said  that  his  orders  were  to  try  it 
on  everyone. 

So  Cinderella  put  it  on  with  the  greatest  ease,  and  then 
she  drew  the  fellow-slipper  from  her  pocket,  and  when  she 
liad  put  this  on,  she  stood  up  in  her  robes  of  gold  and 
silver,  and  the  sisters  knew  that  she  was  the  princess  they 
had  seen,  and  begged  her  forgiveness. 

Then  Cinderella  married  the  prince,  and  soon  after  the 
two  sisters,  who  had  learned  to  subdue  their  pride,  married 
two  lords  of  the  court. 

LITTLE   RED  RIDING  HOOD. 

npHERE  was  once  a  wood-cutter  and  his  wife,  who  had 
*  one  little  girl.  She  was  very  pretty,  with  sweet  blue 
eyes  and  golden  hair  ;  and  she  could  feed  the  pigs,  and  sew 
seams,  and  churn  the  butter  ;  so  she  was  very  useful  to  her 
mother.  In  the  next  village  lived  her  old  grandmother, 
who  loved  her  so  much  that  she  made  a  scarlet  hood  for  her 
to  keep  her  warm,  and  when  the  neighbors  saw  it  they  called 
her  "  Little  Red  Riding  Hood." 

One  day  her  mother  said  to  her  :  "  Granny  has  been  very 
ill.  Put  on  your  hood  and  run  and  see  her,  and  take  her 
these  cheesecakes  and  this  pat  of  fresh  butter  that  I  have 
mad(,'  for  her."      Little  Red    Riding  Hood  started  off    verv 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  /INGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

happily,  with  her  basket  on  her  arm,  and  soon  came  to  a 
wood  that  lay  between  the  two  villages.  Just  then  a  wolf, 
who  was  passing,  saw  her,  and  came  up  to  speak  to  her.  He 
would  very  much  have  liked  to  kill  her  and  eat  her,  but 
there  were  some  wood-cutters  cutting  trees  close  by,  and  he 
did  not  dare  to  touch  her.  So  he  came  up  to  her  in  the 
most  friendly  way  and  said  :  "  Where  arc  you  going,  Little 
Red  Riding  Hood?" 

"  I  am  going  to  see  my  grandmother,  dear  Mr.  Wolf," 
answered  the  little  girl.  "Where  does  she  live?"  asked 
the  wolf.  "  Oh,  she  lives  in  the  first  cottage  past  yonder 
mill.  She  is  v^ery  ill,  so  I  am  taking  her  these  cheesecakes 
and  a  pat  of  butter  that  my  mother  has  made  for  her." 

"  If  she  is  so  ill,  I  will  go  and  see  her  too,"  said  the  wolf. 
"  I  will  go  this  way,  and  go  you  through  the  woods,  and  we 
will  see  which  gets  there  first."  So  saying,  he  shambled  off, 
and  then  ran  all  the  way  to  the  cottage. 

Tap,  tap,  he  knocked  at  the  cottage  door.  "  Who  is 
there?"  asked  grandmother.  "  It  is  I,  "  answered  the  wolf, 
in  a  soft  voice,  "•  Litthi  Red  Riding  Hood;  I  have  brought 
you  nice  fresh  cakes  and  butter." 

"  Pull  the  bobbin,  and  the  latch  will  lift  up,"  called  out 
the  old  grandmother. 

And  tlie  wolf  pulled  the  bobbin,  and  lifted  the  latch,  and 
entered  the  cottage.  Then  he  ate  up  the  poor  old  grand- 
mother, and  when  he  had  quite  eaten  her  up,  he  put  on  her 
night-gown,  and  pulled  her  frilled  night-cap  right  over  his 
ugly   rough  head,  and   got   into    bed.      "  The   old  lady  was 

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LITTLE  RED  RIDING  HOOD  OPENED  THE  DOOR. 
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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

tough,"  he  said,  "  but  the  Httle  girl  will  be  a  delicate 
morsel." 

But  Little  Red  Riding  Hood  lingered  on  in  the  wood. 
It  was  so  bright  and  fresh  there.  Everything  was  happy 
and  full  of  life.  She  chased  the  dainty  butterflies  for 
very  glee,  and  then  she  gathered  a  posy  of  primroses  and 
violets  for  the  old  grandmother,  who  could  not  get  out  and 
see  the  spring  flowers  grow.  At  last,  tired  with  her  play, 
she  set  off  to  reach  her  grandmother's  cottage. 

She  knocked  at  the  door,  and  the  wolf,  softening  his 
voice  as  much  as  possible,  called  out  :  "  Pull  the  bobbin  and 
the  latch  will  lift  up."  Little  Red  Riding  Hood  opened 
the  door  and  walked  in. 

"  Put  the  basket  on  the  table,  and  come  into  bed  with 
me,"  said  the  wolf,  "  for  I  feel  cold."  Little  Red  Riding 
Hood  thought  that  her  grandmother's  voice  was  very  hoarse, 
but  then  she  remembered  that  this  might  be  on  account  of  her 
bad  cold,  and  being  an  obedient  little  girl,  she  got  into  bed. 

But  when  she  saw  the  hairy  arms  she  began  to  grow 
frightened.      ''  What  long  arms  you  have,  grandmother." 

"The  better  to  hug  you  with,  my  dear!" 

Then  she  saw  the  long  ears  sticking  up  outside  the  night- 
cap.     "  What  great  ears  you  have,  grandmother." 

'•  The  better  to  hear  you  with,  my  dear  !  " 

"What  large  eyes  you  have,  grandmother," 

"  The  better  to  see  you  with,  my  dear  I  " 

"But  what  great  teeth  you  have,  grandmother."  "The 
better  to  eat  you    with,   my  dear  I "      And  so    saying,  the 

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LITTLE  RED  RIDTXG  HOOD. 

wicked  wolf  fell  upon  poor  Little  Red  Ridiiii;-  Hood  and 
ate  her  all  up. 

That  evening,  as  the  wood-cutters  were  coming  home 
from  their  work,  they  saw  Little  Red  Riding  Hood  pulling 
tiowers  in  the  wood.  They  called  her,  but  she  took  no 
notice,  and  walked  on  through  the  wood  till  she  came  to 
the  grandmother's  cottage.  Here  she  vanished,  and  the 
woodcutters,  bursting  open  the  door,  found  the  wolf  lying 
there  asleep,  and  slew  him  with  their  axes. 

Oftentimes  in  the  woods  you  will  see  Little  Red  Riding- 
Hood  walking  along  with  the  basket  on  her  arm,  and  her 
posy  of  wild  flowers  in  her  hand,  sweet  and  happy,  as  she 
was  in  life. 


THE  BETTER  TO  EAT  YOU  WITH,  MY  DEAR 
93 


THE  BABES  IN  THE  WOOD. 

ONCE  upon  a  time  a  rich  gentleman  and  his  wife  lived 
happily  with  their  two  little  children,  a  boy  and  a 
girl,  until  a  sad  time  came,  when  both  the  father  and  the 
mother  died. 

The  father  had  a  brother,  to  whom  he  gave  the  care  of 
his  beloved  children. 

After  they  became  orphans,  the  two  little  children  went 
to  live  with  this  uncle,  who  was  a  bad  man  at  heart, 
although  he  was  thought  to  be  kind  and  good. 

Their  father  had  left  to  these  children  a  large  sum  of 
money,  which  was  to  be  divided  between  them  ;  but,  in 
case  of  their  death,  their  uncle  was  to  have  it. 

One  day  this  wicked  uncle  sent  for  two  robbers,  and  bar- 
gained with  them  to  take  the  children  away,  and  kill  them, 
so  that  he  might  secure  their  fortune. 

So  the  two  robbers  carried  them  off  to  the  woods  ;  but 
on  the  way  the  children  prattled  so  innocently  that  one  of 
the  robbers  took  pity  on  them,  and  tried  to  persuade  the 
other  to  allow  the  children  to  live.  The  other  robber  re- 
fused, and  the  two  fought  over  the  niatter  until  one  of 
them  was  killed. 

The  other  robber  then  took  the  babes  by  the  hand,  and 
told  them  to  wait  for  him,  and  he  would  go  away,  and 
come  back,  bringing  them  food  ;  but  the  poor  little  brother 
and  sister  wandered  up  and  down,  and  the  robber  never 
came  back. 

Finally,  with  their  arms  about  one  another,  they  fell 
asleep,  never  to  wake  again  ;  and  the  birds  came  and  sang 
over  them,  and  covered  them  with  leaves. 

After  years  had  passed  away,  the  wicked  uncle  met  with 
many  misfortunes,  and  finally  was  sent  to  prison,  and  died 
there. 

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THE  BIRDS  CAME  AND  SANG  OVER  THEM,    AND   COVERED 
THEM  WITH  LEAVES. 


95 


TOM  THUMB, 


ALONG  time  ago  a  plouij^hinan  wished  for  a  child,  even 
if  it  was  no  bigger  than  his  thumb.  So  one  day 
when  he  went  home  he  found  his  wife  nursing  a  wee  baby, 
that  grew  to  the  size  of  his  thumb  and  then  never  grew 
any  more.  One  day  while  his  mother  was  making  a  plum- 
pudding,  Tom  fell  into  the  bowl,  and  his  mother  stirred  him 
up  and  put  him  in  the  pot.  The  hot  water  made  him  kick, 
and  his  mother  took  out  the  pudding  and  gave  it  to  a  pass- 
ing tinker.  Tom  cried  out  "'  Hello  I  "  when  the  tinker 
sneezed,  which  so  scared  him  that  he  threw  the  pudding 
into  a  field  and  it  tumbled  to  pieces.  Tom  crept  out  and 
Avent  home  to  his  mother,  who  was  glad  to  see  him,  though 
he  was  all  over  a  crust  of  dough  and  plums.  One  day  he 
was  nearly  drowned  in  the  milk-jug  ;  another  time  he  was 
lost  in  the  salt-box  ;  and  wdien  he  went  with  his  mother  into 
the  fields  to  milk  the  cows,  she  tied  him  to  a  thistle  with  a 
piece  of  thread,  for  fear  he  should  be  blown  away  by  the 
wind.      Soon   after,  a  cow  ate  up  the  thistle  and  swallowed 

96 


TOM  THUMB. 


Tom  ;  but   Tom  scratched  and  kicked  so  she  was 

throw  him  out  of    her    mouth    again.      Once 

as  he  was  ploughing  with  his  father,  a   great      ^ 

eagle  swooped  down,  caught  him  in  its  beak, 

and  carried  him    off  to    a  giant's    castle. 

The  giant  would  have  eaten  him  up,  but 

Tom  bit  his  tongue,  and  held  on   by  his 

teeth  till  the   giant  in  a  rage  took   him 

out  of  his  mouth  and 


lad   to 


threw  him  into  the 
sea,  where  a  large  fish 
swallowed  him  im- 
mediately. The  fish 
was  caught  and  made 
a  present  to  King 
Arthur,  and  when 
the  cook  opened  it, 
there  was  T  o  m 
Thumb    inside.       He 


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HIS  MOTHER  WAS  GLAD  TO  SEE  HI.M. 
and 
Knight  of  the  Round  Table. 


was  carried  to  the  king  and  became  a  great  favorite  and  a 


97 


JACK  AND  THE  BEANSTALK. 


THERE  was  once  a  widow  with  an  only  son  named 
Jack.  He  was  a  lazy  fellow,  and  would  not  work, 
but  spent  his  mother's  money  so  fast  that  she  grew  poorer 
and  poorer.  At  last  she  had  nothing  left  but  a  white  cow  ; 
and  Jack,  being  sorry  for  his  ways,  took  it  off  to  sell  it. 
He  met  a  butcher  who  offered  him  some  bright,  colored 
beans  for  the  cow,  and  the  silly  boy  gave  the  cow  to  the 
butcher  and  was  happy  over  his  bargain.  But  his  mother 
was  very  angry,  and  took  the  beans  and  threw  them  all 
into  a  hole  in  the  garden,  and  Jack  went  supperless  to  bed. 
The  next  morning  early  Jack  went  out  to  look  at  the  beans, 
and  found  they  had  sprouted  in  the  night  and  had  a  thick 
stalk  that  went  up  to  the  sky.  He  at  once  climbed  the 
stalk,  and  when  he  got  to  the  top  he  found  himself  In  a 
strange  country.  A  fairy  met  him,  and  told  him  how  he 
might  undo  the  mischief  he  had  done.  She  told  Jack  that 
his  father  once  owned  all  the  land  in  this  country  ;  but  a 
giant  killed  him,  and  took  all  his  possessions.  She  would 
help  Jack  find  the  giant,  and  guard  him  from  danger  so 
long  as  he  did  well.     Jack  started  off,  and  at  sunset  came 

98 


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A  FAIRY  A\ET  HIM. 
99 


to  a  large  white   house    which    he 

knew  was  the  giant's.    He  knocked 

at    the    door,   which    was    opened 

by  a  thin  old  woman  of  whom   he    asked 

shelter   for   the  night.      She     said,    "  ?yly 

husband  is  a  giant,  and  will  kill  and  eat 

you."     But  Jack  begged  so  hard  she  let 

him  in,  and  gave  him  something  to  eat. 

Soon  the  giant  came  in,  and  Jack  slipped  into 

the  oven  just    in    time.        After    the    giant  had 

he  called  for  his  hen  that  laid 

him  a  golden  egg,  whenever 

he  said  "  Lay." 

After  a  time  he  grew  tired 
of  this  play,  and  fell    asleep, 
and   as   soon    as   Jack  heard 
him    snoring    he    seized    the 
hen,  and  slid  down  the  bean- 
stalk.     His  mother  was  over- 
joyed to  see  him  ;     and     the     hen     laid 
golden  eggs  for  them,  which  they   sold, 
and  grew  very  rich. 

After  a  time  Jack  climbed  the  bean- 
stalk again,  and  made  his  way  to  the 
white  house,  where  he  begged  for  food 
and  shelter.  The  old  woman  shook  her 
head.  But  Jack  begged  so  hard  that  she 
let  him  in,  and  hid  him  in  the  copper 
boiler.     Soon  the  qiant  came  in  and,  hav- 


JACK  AND   THE  BEANSTALK. 

ing  eaten  his  supper,  called  for  his  money  bags.  He 
counted  over  his  gold  and  silver,  then  tied  up  the  bags 
and  went  to  sleep.  As  soon  as  Jack  heard  him  snore  he 
jumped  out  of  the  boiler,  seized  the  bags,  and  made  off  for 
home  as  fast  as  he  could. 

For  a  long  time  Jack  stayed  at  home  ;  but  at  last  he  had 
such  a  strong  desire  to  visit  fairy-land  again,  that  he  got 
up  early  one  morning  and  climbed  the  beanstalk,  hoping  to 
get  back  before  his  mother  missed  him.  The  old  woman 
did  not  recognize  him,  but  when  he  asked  for  food  she 
shook  her  head.  But  Jack  begged  so  hard  that  she  let  him 
in,  and  when  she  heard  the  oriant  comino-  she  hid  him 
under  a  barrel.  As  soon  as  the  giant  entered  the  house  he 
roared  out  "  I  smell  meat ! "  and  would  not  be  satisfied 
until  he  had  made  a  thorough  search.  When  he  had 
finished  he  cried  out,  "  Bring  me  my  harp  ! "  and  when  it 
was  brought  to  him  he  shouted  "  Play  !"  and  it  played  the 
most  exquisite  music,  which  soon  put  the  giant  to  sleep. 

As  soon  as  the  giant  began  to  snore  Jack  crawled  out, 
seized  the  harp  and  started  on  a  run.  The  harp  on  being 
touched  screamed  out ;  the  giant  woke  and  gave  chase,  but 
when  he  reached  the  top  of  the  beanstalk  Jack  was  at  the 
bottom,  and  in  a  moment  he  took  an  axe  and  chopped 
down  the  beanstalk.  The  giant  fell  headlong  and  was 
killed  ;  and  Jack  never  went  up  the  beanstalk  again. 


GOODY  TWO  SHOES, 


npHERE  was  once  a  sweet  little  girl  who  was  called  Goody 
*  Two  Shoes.  For  a  long  time  she  had  only  one  shoe, 
and  when  a  kind  friend  gave  her  two  new  ones  she  was  so 
proud  that  she  ran  through  the  village,  crying,  "  See  my 
two  shoes,  my  lovely  two  shoes."  So  the  people  laughed, 
and  gave  her  the  name  of  Goody  Two  Shoes,  by  which  she 
was  known  ever  afterwards. 

She  soon  learned  to  read  and  write,  and  then  taught  the 
other  children  of  the  village  who  were  too  poor  to  go  to 
school.  She  cut  letters  for  them  out  of  wood  and  made 
them  set  up  all  the  words  they  wanted  to  spell.  She  was 
good  and  kind  to  everybody,  and  when  the  old  school- 
mistress died,  Goody  was  made  school-mistress  in  her  place. 
She  had  all  sorts  of  pets  and  they  were  all  very  fond  of  her. 

Goody  knew  so  much  that  the  people  in  the  next  village 
accused  her  of  being  a  witch.  But  a  host  of  her  friends 
came  and  told  the  judge  how  kind  Goody  was,  and  instead 
of  being  hanged  or  burnt  alive,  she  was  publicly  thanked 
for  her  kindness  to  the  poor.  One  of  the  judges  of  the 
court  fell  in  love  with  her,  and  in  a  short  time  they  were 
married,  and  Goody  Two  Shoes  became  Lady  Margery. 
She  lived  for  many  years,  doing  good  to  all,  and  making 
everybody  around  her  as  happy  as  possible. 


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SEE  MY  TWO  SHOES,  MY  LOVELY  TWO  SHOES." 
103 


BEAUTY  AND  THE  BEAST. 


A  RICH  man  had  three  daughters,  the  youngest  of 
whom  was  named  Beauty.  She  was  a  good  girl,  and 
her  father  loved  her  dearly.  When  he  lost  nearly  all  his 
money,  and  had  to  live  in  a  poor  way.  Beauty  kept  things 
bright  and  cheerful,  and  did  all  the  housework  without 
grumbling.  One  day  he  was  called  to  the  next  town  on 
business  ;  and  the  eldest  daughter  said,  "  Bring  me  a  new 
silk  dress  ;"  and  the  second  said,  "  Bring  me  a  purse  full  of 
gold."  But  Beauty  only  asked  for  a  rose.  The  old  father 
came  back  without  the  money  he  had  hoped  to  get  ;  and  on 
the  way  passed  a  garden  full  of  roses,  and  leaned  over  the 
fence  to  get  one.  As  he  broke  the  stem  he  heard  a  low 
growl,  and  looking  up  saw  a  great  Beast  with  a  club  in  its 
hand.  The  man  begged  for  mercy,  and  the  Beast  said  he 
would  let  him  off,  if  he  would  send  instead  one  of  his 
daughters.  Beauty  went,  and  found  the  Beast's  house  very 
lovely,  and  in  the  breakfast-room  was  a   table  set  for  two. 

104 


BEAUTY  AND   THE  BEAST. 


She  sat  down  and  poured  the  coffee,  and  the  Beast  sat 
opposite  to  her  and  seemed  very  happy.  He  was  very  kind 
to  her,  and  every  day  he  asked  her  to  marry  him.      One  day 


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EVERY  DAY  HE  ASKED  HER  TO  MARRY  HIM. 
he  found  her  crying  because  she  was  homesick,  and  he  told 
her  to  run  home,  but  to  be  sure  to  come  back  to  breakfast 
the  next  morningf. 


105 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

Her  father  was  glad  to  see  her,  for  he  thought  she  was 
dead  ;  but  her  sisters  were  ugly  and  jealous,  and  gave  her 
something  to  drink  which  made  her  sleep  late.  When 
Beauty  woke  she  ran  all  the  way  to  the  Beast's  house,  and 
hunted  through  every  room,  but  could  not  find  him.  Then 
she  ran  out  into  the  garden,  and  there  under  a  rose-bush  he 
lay  as  if  dead.  Beauty  knelt  beside  him,  put  her  arms 
around  his  thick  neck,  and  kissed  his  big  ugly  head. 

"Dear  Beast,  wake  up!"  she  cried.  "Don't  die,  or  I 
shall  die  too  !  I  love  you  so  !  "  At  these  words  the  Beast 
jumped  up,  the  rough  skin  dropped  from  him.  and  he  was 
the  most  beautiful  Prince  that  was  ever  seen.  He  had  been 
enchanted,  and  only  Love  had  power  to  change  his  shape. 
So  Beauty  and  the  Beast  were  married  and  lived  happy 
ever  after. 


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PUSS  IN  BOOTS 


THERE  was  once  a  Miller  who  died  leaving  three  sons. 
The  eldest  received  his  mill;  the  second  his  cow  ;  and 
the  youngest  nothing  but  his  cat.  "You  need  not  be 
anxious,  dear  master  "  said  the  cat,  seeing  his  trouble,  "  get 
me  a  bag  and  a  pair  of  boots,  and  you  shall  be  rich. 

The  young  man  complied,  and  Puss  went  a  hunting. 
When  he  had  bagged  some  fine  rabbits  he  went  to  court, 
and  laying  them  before  the  King,  said  :  "  ^ly  blaster,  the 
]\Iarquis  of  Carabas'  best  service  to  your  :\Iajesty,"  and 
the  King,  well  pleased,  accepted  the  gift. 

Puss  then  made  his  master  bathe  in  a  stream  by  which 
the  Kmg  was  to  dine,  and  as  the  royal  suite  drew  near 
cried,  "  Help  !  help  !  thieves  have  stolen  my  master's 
clothes,  and  the  Marquis  will  drown."     Then  the  King  see- 

107 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  /INGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

ing  his  old  friend  Puss,  sent  at  once  for  garments,  and  the 
Miller's  son,  dressed  like  a  prince,  was  taken  into  the  King's 
own  carriage. 

Meantime,  sly  Puss  runs  on  before,  telling  men  at 
work  in  the  meadows,  and  reapers  at  work  in  the 
fields,  "  These  lands  belong  to  the  Marquis  of  Carabas,  and 
unless  you  tell  the  King  so  when  he  passes  you  shall  be 
chopped  to  mince  meat." 

Puss  then  came  to  a  castle  where  an  ogre  lived,  famed  for 
beine  able  to  chancre  himself  into  different  animals,  and  he 
begged  the  ogre  to  show  his  power.  The  ogre  at  once 
became  a  lion,  and  Puss,  frightened,  asked  him  to  be  some- 
thing smaller.  Then  the  ogre  obligingly  became  a  mouse 
and  Puss  gobbled  him  up  in  a  flash.  Thus  Puss  gained 
a  castle  for  his  master,  and  the  King  pleased  with  what  he 
had  seen  of  the  young  man  chose  him  for  a  son-in-law. 

So  the  Miller's  son  wedded  the  King's  daughter,  and  they 
all  lived  in  great  prosperity  and  happiness,  never  forgetting 
to  show  Puss  the  greatest  respect  and  attention. 


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YOU  NEED  NOT  BE  ANXIOUS,  DEAR  MASTER"  SAID 
THE   CAT. 


109 


THE  UGLY  DUCKLING 


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OWN  by  the  water  sat  a  Duck 
upon    her  nest,  for  she  had 
to  hatch   her  duckhnos,  and    was 
almost  tired  out  before  they  came. 
At  last  one  egg-shell  after  another 
/       "    ,  f       broke,   and    little    creatures   stuck 

/  up     their    heads    crying,    "Peep! 

^^  '  peep ! "     But   there  was   one    ^g% 

^  that  would  not  seem  to  hatch,  and 

the  mother    Duck  was    quite  dis- 
couraged.    At    last    the   egg-shell 
burst  and  there  crept  forth   a  very 
large    and    very    ugly    Duckling. 
The  old   Duck    thought    it    must 
be  a  turkey  chick,  for  it  was  not  like 
her  other  young  ones.     But  the  ugly 
gray  Duckling  could    swim  as   well         ¥      / 
as  the  rest,    if    not    better.      But    so 
ugly   was    it   that    it  was  scoffed    at 
by     all     the  poultry     in     the     farm- 
yard,   and  at    last    it    tiew    over  the 


THE  UGLY  DUCKLING. 

fence  and  went  down  among  the  wild  ducks.  But  the  wild 
ducks  did  not  like  its  looks,  and  it  went  where  some  wild 
geese  were,  but  had  to  hide  among  the  reeds  for  fear  of 
being  shot,  for  the  hunters  were  out.  Late  in  the  day  it 
came  to  a  peasant's  hut,  where  lived  an  old  woman  with  her 
Tom  Cat  and  her  Hen.  These  two  did  not  think  much  of 
the  Duckling  because  it  could  neither  purr  nor  lay  eggs. 
So  it  went  away,  and  when  winter  came  on  it  was  nearly 
frozen  to  death.  But  when  the  glad  spring  came  the  ugly 
Duckling  crept  down  to  the  water  and  found  itself  among 
some  lovely  Swans.  ''  If  I  go  near  them  they  will  kill  me! 
well  let  them  ;  "  and  as  it  swam  toward  them  it  looked  down 
in  the  water,  and  lo  and  behold  !  it  was  no  longer  an  ugly 
Ducklinor  but  a  grraceful  Swan. 


THE  SLEEPING  BEAUTY 


A  KING  and  Queen  had  a  dear  little  baby  girl  born  to 
them,  and  all  the  fairies  but  one  were  invited  to  the 
christening.  Each  of  these  fairies  presented  the  child  with 
a  gift  ;  one  gave  wealth,  another  virtue,  another  beauty, 
and  so  on. 

Then  the  cross  old  fairy,  who  had  been  left  out,  hob- 
bled into  the  room,  and  stretching  out  a  bony  finger, 
said  :  "  On  her  fifteenth  birthday  she  shall  prick  her  finger 
with  a  spindle  and  die  of  the  wound." 

Then  there  was  great  sorrow  at  the  court  ;  but  another 
fairy  spoke  up  and  said  :  "  She  shall  not  die  but  shall  fall 
into  a  deep  sleep  for  a  hundred  years." 

The  day  the  child  was  fifteen  years  old  she  chanced 
to  be  left  alone  in  the  castle.  Roaming  about  she  came 
to  a  room  in  the  tower,  the  door  of  which  was  locked. 
She  turned  the  key,  and  saw  there  an  old  woman  spinning 


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WHERE  THE  SLEEPING  PRINCESS  LAY. 
113 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JJXGLES  AXD  RHYMES 

flax.  "What  is  this?"  asked  the  Princess,  taking-  the 
spindle  in  her  hand.  Then  she  gave  a  loud  scream  and 
fell  into  a  deep  sleep.  When  the  King  and  Queen  came 
back,  they  too  fell  asleep,  and  every  living  thing  in  the 
palace  became  as  if  dead.  And  so  it  was  for  a  hundred 
years. 

One  day  a  king's  son  was  hunting  in  the  woods  when  he 
came  to  the  Enchanted  Palace.  With  a  stout  heart  he  went 
through  all  the  rooms  until  he  came  to  the  couch  where  the 
sleeping  Princess  lay.  The  Prince  was  so  overcome  that 
he  knelt  down  and  kissed  her  on  her  forehead.  She  at  once 
awoke,  and  so  did  everybody  else  in  the  house.  The  spell 
was  broken,  and  there  were  great  rejoicings.  The  next 
day  the  Prince  and  Princess  were  married — the  good  fairy 
came  to  bless  them — and  they  lived  happily  ever  after. 


114 


LITTLE  SNOW  WHITE 


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XCE  upon  a  time  a  Queen  sat  by  the  window  with  an 
ebony  frame  in  her  hand,  doing  some  tine  embroider)-. 


It  was  snowing,  and  she   pricked  her 

J  "  .'""   y'  ■':.   :'         finger,  and  as  the  drops  of  blood  fell 

^'  on  the  snow,  she    thought  to  herself, 

\^  "  Oh,    if   I   could    only    have   a  child 

(  A       as  white  as  snow,  as    red    as    blood, 

^  •       and  as  black  as    this  ebony  frame!'* 

^■^     '    \^t$»:^     ■■      '      -^^^^  long  afterwards  a  daughter  was 

■  '  -^^r^.  born    to    her  whose    skin    was   snow 

/  white,    whose     lips  were    blood    red. 

and  whose  hair  was    black    as  night. 

^  _  •;  She  M'as  named    Snow    White;    and 

^  when  the  child  was  born    the    mother 

!      ^  died. 

In  about  a  year  the  King  married 
again,  and  his  wife  was  very  beautiful, 
,  but  very  vain.     Every  day  her  mirror 

THE  MIRROR  SAID  SO.   told  her    that    she   was   the   loveliest 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

woman  in  the  world.  Then  she  was  happy.  But  when 
Snow  White  grew  up,  she  became  more  beautiful 
than  the  Queen,  and  the  mirror  said  so.  This  made 
the  Queen  very  jealous,  and  she  tried  in  every  way 
to  get  rid  of  Snow  White,  but  failed.  The  huntsman 
could  not  kill  her,  nor  the  wild  beasts  devour  her.  She 
made  her  home  with  Seven  Dwarfs,  who  charged  her  to  let 
no  one  into  the  house  when  they  were  away.  But  the 
Queen  came  in  disguise,  and  Snow  White  was  deceived: 
first  with  a  pair  of  stays,  next  with  a  poisoned  comb,  and 
lastly  with  a  poisoned  apple,  which  killed  her.  The  Dwarfs 
could  not  bury  her,  but  kept  her  in  a  glass  case,  and  with 
tears  bewailed  her  loss.  By  and  by  a  King's  son  passed 
through  the  forest,  and  stopped  at  the  Dwarfs'  house  over 
night. 

He  fell  in  love  with  Snow  White,  and  offered  a  large 
sum  for  the  case  containing  her.  But  the  Dwarfs  would  not 
sell  it  at  any  price.  The  Prince  begged  so  hard  that  they 
took  pity  on  him  and  gave  him  the  case,  and  as  his  attend- 
ants bore  it  away  they  stumbled,  and  the  piece  of  poisoned 
apple  fell  out  of  Snow  White's  mouth. 

Opening  her  eyes  and  raising  the  lid  of  the  glass  case, 
she  exclaimed,  "Where  ami?"  Full  of  joy  the  Prince 
answered,  "Safe  with  me  I"  and  told  her  all  that  had  taken 
place.  She  consented  to  go  with  him  to  his  castle,  and 
there  was  a  grand  wedding  ;  and  the  old  Queen  was  there 
and  danced  till  she  fell  down  dead. 


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HOP  O'  MY  THUMB, 


HERE  was  once  a  poor  wood-cutter  who  had  seven 
-  children,  the  youngest  of  whom  was  so  small  they 
called  him  Hop  o'  ^Iv  Thumb.  One  night  Hop  overheard 
his  father  say,  "  Wife,  we  cannot  keep  these  children  any 
lono-er.  We  shall  all  starve  to  death.  Let  us  take  them  m 
the'woods  and  lose  them."     And  the  mother  agreed. 

So  Hop  got  up  early  the  next  morning  and  filled  his 
pockets  with  pebbles,  and  when  the  family  went  into  the 
woods  he  dropped  a  stone  now  and  then-  along  the  wa>^ 
When  nio-ht  came  the  children  found  themselves  alone,  and 
they  began  to  cry.  But  Hop  o'  My  Thumb  told  them  not 
to  cry,  f^'or  he  would  lead  them  home  ;  which  he  did. 

That  nio-ht  the  mother  could  not  sleep,  but  kept  crying  out, 
«  I  wish  the  children  were  here  !  "  and  with  that  the  door 
opened  and  in  they  all  ran,  shouting,  "  Here  we  are,  mother  ! 
By-and-by  they  were  too  poor  again  to  feed  so  many  mouths, 
and  the  children  were  taken  to  the  woods  for  the  fairies  to 
look  after.     This  time  Hop  o'   My  Thumb  had  only  some 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

crumbs  of  bread  with  him,  which   the   birds  ate  up  as   soon 
as  he  scattered  them. 

The  children  cried  and  cried  until  they  had  no  more 
tears  to  shed,  and  then  walked  on  and  on  in  search  of 
a  house.  They  came  to  an  Ogre's  castle,  and  as  he 
was  out  the  Ogress  let  them  in  and  gave  them  some- 
thing to  eat,  and  hid  them  under  the  bed.  When  the  Ogre 
came  home  he  cried  out,  "  I  smell  little  children,  and  I'll 
have  them  for  supper  !  "  When  they  heard  this  they  crept 
out  and  ran  as  fast  as  they  could,  and  hid  under  a  big  rock. 
The  next  day  the  Ogre  gave  chase,  and  being  tired  lay 
down  on  this  rock  and  took  off  his  seven-league  boots.  As 
soon  as  the  old  Ogre  was  asleep.  Hop  o'  My  Thumb  put  on 
the  fairy  boots,  and  hurried  away  to  the  Ogre's  castle,  and 
said  : 

"  Ogress.  Ogre  cannot  come, 

Give  great  key  to  Hop  o'  My  Thumb." 

She  saw  the  boots  and  thought  it  was  all  right,  so  gave 
him  the  key,  and  he  took  away  all  the  gold  that  was  in  the 
castle,  and  gave  it  to  the  poor  people  around.  And  Hop 
o'  ]\Iy  Thumb  married  the  King's  Daughter,  and  they  were 
as  happy  as  the  day  was  long. 


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THIS  TIWE  HOP  O-  MY  THUMB  HAD  ONLY  SOME  CRUMBS 

OF  BREAD  WITH  HIM,  WHICH  THE  BIRDS  ATE  UP 

AS  SOON  AS  HE  SCATTERED  THEM. 


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ALADDIN 


ALADDIN  was  the  only  child  of  a  poor  tailor  named 
Mustafa.  He  was  an  idle  fellow,  and  would  not  work, 
nor  learn  any  trade,  but  spent  all  his  time  in  the  streets. 
Mustafa  fell  ill  and  died,  and  then  Aladdin  and  his  mother 
were  poorer  than  ever.  One  day,  as  Aladdin  was  lounging 
through  the  streets,  a  man  came  up,  and  clasping  him  in 
his  arms  told  Aladdin  that  he  was  his  uncle,  his  father's 
younger  brother.  He  made  much  of  the  boy,  and  one 
morning  took  him  for  a  long  walk  in  the  country.  At  a 
certain  place  he  told  Aladdin  to  build  a  tire,  and  he  did  so  ; 
when  the  fire  and  smoke  died  away,  there  was  seen  a  great 
Bat  stone  with  a  ring  in  the  centre.  The  pretended  uncle, 
who  was  really  a  magician,  told  Aladdin  to  lift  the  stone 
and  go  down  into  the  cavern,  and  bring  him  the  lamp  he 
would  find  there.  Aladdin  did  as  he  was  told,  and  passed 
through  a  garden  ablaze  with  jewels,  many  of  which  he 
picked  up  and  put  in  his  pockets  and  in  the  bosom  of  his 
shirt,  where  he  placed  the  lamp.  When  he  came  to  the 
steps  he  asked  the  magician  to  give  him  his  hand.  But 
this  the  magician  would  not  do  until  Aladdin  first  gave  him 
the  lamp.      This  Aladdin   refused  to  do,  and  the  magician 


ALADDIX. 

in  a  great  rage  stamped  on  the  ground,  threw  some  perfume 

on  the  fire,  and  the  stone  shpped  back  into  its  place. 

Aladdin  cried  in  vain  for  -^_ 

help,  for  no  one  could  hear 

him.         In    his    distress    he 

wrung  his  hands,  and  hap-  <.-.''\^ 

pened  to  rub  a  ring  the  magician  ''  -' 

had     gi\-en     him.         Instantl\-  a 

Genie    stood    before    him,    and  "' 

said,  "I  am  vour  slave    as    lone 

1 
as  you  wear    that    ring.      W'liat,  / 

do    you     want?"'       ••Take    me    '-,  ' 

home,"  said  Aladdin  ;    and    in  a 

moment  he  found  himself  at  his  *   ..^7 

own  door,  and  his   mother   was  "^  -L     '^, 

delighted  to  see  him.      All  went  :..'    ;^ -.      ^  , 

well  with  them  now,  as  they  had  \     - 

onlv  to  rub  the  lamp  or  the  rine 

I     ...       ' 
to    have  all    their    hearts    could  ^' 

wish. 

Then     Aladdin    fell     in     love  ;-- 

with  a  beautiful  Princess,  and 
tried  hard  to  win  her  for  his 
bride.      The   slave  of    the   lamp 

built  him  a  magnificent    palace,     ,xsta\TLY  a  GENIE  STOOD 
and    after    a  while   he    married  BEFORE  HIM. 

the   Princess  he  loved,  and  the  two  lived  happily  together. 
But  it  was  not  lono^  before  the  old  masrician  beean  to  make 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

trouble.  Finding  that  Aladdin  was  living  in  splendor,  he 
bought  many  new  lamps  and  went  through  the  streets  of 
the  city  crying,  "  New  lamps  for  old  I  Xew  lamps  for  old  !" 
Aladdin  was  away,  and  the  Princess  and  her  maids  were 
alone  in  the  palace  ;  and  one  of  the  girls  took  the  old  lamp 
and  gave  it  to  the  magician  for  a  new  one.  As  soon  as  it 
was  dark  the  magician  rubbed  the  lamp  and  ordered  the 
slave  to  remove  Aladdin's  palace  to  the  centre  of  Africa. 
When  Aladdin  came  back,  there  was  no  palace  and  no 
Princess  ;  and  the  Sultan  said  if  his  daughter  was  not  brought 
to  him  within  three  days  Aladdin  should  be  put  to  death. 

Aladdin  was  in  despair.  The  lamp  was  gone,  but  the 
ring  was  left  1 — and  giving  that  a  rub  the  Genie  appeared, 
and  transported  Aladdin  to  the  very  walls  of  his  palace. 
His  wife  was  watching  for  him,  and  let  him  in  through  a 
secret  door,  and  how  glad  the  two  were  to  meet  again  ! 
The  lamp  was  found  and  well  rubbed,  and  the  slave  took 
the  palace  and  all  back  again,  and  everybody  was  as  happy 
as  could  be. 


JACK,  THE  GIANT  KILLER. 
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JACK,  THE  GIANT  KILLER, 


JACK  was  a  small  boy,  but  he  was  not  afraid  of  giants. 
He  killed  the  great  giant  Cornioran,  and  cut  off  his 
head.  Afterwards  he  slew  the  great  Welsh  giant,  whom 
everybody  feared.  The  King's  son  became  very  fond  of 
Jack,  and  told  him  that  the  Princess  he  wished  to  marry 
was  in  the  hands  of  an  enchanter,  and  there  was  no  one  to 
set  her  free.  Jack  said,  "I  will  do  it;"  so  he  went  to  a 
castle  where  lived  a  three-headed  giant,  and  obtained  from 
him  an  old  coat,  an  old  hat  and  an  old  pair  of  shoes. 

The  coat  made  Jack  invisible,  and  putting  it  on  he  went 
to  the  house  of  the  enchanter.  Gala  Gantua,  over  whose 
door  hung  a  great  horn,  with  the  words  on  it  : 

"  Whoever  can  this  trumpet  blow, 
Shall  cause  the  giant's  overthrow." 

Jack  blew  a  blast  that  made  the  walls  shake,  and  all  the 
animals  fell  down  dead.  All  were  Princes  and  Princesses 
who  had  been  changed  into  animals  by  the  enchanter,  who 
never  let  them  escape.  The  Prince,  who  came  with  Jack, 
found  that  the  Princess  whom  he  loved  had  been  changed 
into  a  gazelle.  They  were  soon  married,  and  went  to  live 
in  the  Prince's  own  palace.  Jack  married  a  high-born  lady 
and  they  lived  happily  together  in  the  enchanter's  castle. 

124 


o 


THE  BLUEBIRD, 


NCE  upon  a  time  there  was  a  very  rich  king  whose 
wife  died,  leaving  him  a  beautiful  daughter,  named 
Flora.  And  he  married  again, 
and  the  new  queen  also  had 
a  daughter,  who  was  neither 
accomplished  nor  beautifLd. 
^^    '•'  She  was  called    Troutina,  be- 

cause   her    face    was   covered 
-  -  with    freckles,   like   the  spots 

/     O        •  "      on  the  back  of  a  trout.      But 

'  the    fairy,    Soressio,  was    her 

^'  godmother,    and    she    was    dressed    in 

.   ..  ,        robes  of    splendor,   while     poor    Flora 

~~^'  was  clothed  in  rags  and  dirt.      When  it 

became  known  that  Prince  Charm- 
ing was   in    search  of  a  wife,   the 
.^  ,7  ,k  queen  determined  he  should  marry 

/    ;  her    daughter ;     but     he     caught 

sight  of     Flora,    who    needed  not 
^~        dress     to     set     off     her     charms, 

THE  TWO  HAD  SWEET     ^'"^^^     ^^^     '""^^^^     ^Y^s     for     no     one 

TALKS  TOGETHER.         else.        The    queen    was     furious; 

and     to     punish      him     the     fairy 

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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

changed  him  to  a  Bluebird,  and  Flora  was  locked  up  in  a 
tower.  But  the  Bird  flew  here  and  there,  and  at  last  found 
his  dear  Flora  and  sang-  love-songs  at  her  window.  He 
brought  her  rich  gifts  from  his  own  castle,  and  the  two  had 
sweet  talks  together.  The  queen  found  it  out  and  set 
traps  around  the  window,  so  he  could  not  get  near  it,  and 
he  thought  Flora  had  proved  false,  and  she  wept  because  he 
came  no  more.  Meanwhile  a  friend  of  the  prince's,  an 
enchanter,  went  all  over  the  world  in  search  of  him,  and 
found  him  at  last,  wounded  and  nearly  dead.  He  took  the 
poor  Bluebird  from  the  tree,  stanched  its  blood,  and  then 
set  out  to  have  a  talk  with  Soressio.  The  prince  was  on 
the  point  of  losing  his  throne,  and  the  fairy  would  not 
change  him  back  to  his  own  shape  unless  he  would  marry 
Troutina.  In  the  meantime  Flora  was  pining  herself  to 
death,  and  one  day  she  set  off  in  disguise  in  search  of  Prince 
Charming.  She  reached  his  palace,  and  by  means  of  a 
whispering  gallery  near  where  he  slept,  made  her  presence 
known,  and  assured  him  of  her  continued  love  and 
Troutina's  treachery.  The  enchanter  and  another  kind 
fairy  joined  forces  against  Soressio,  and  changed  Troutina 
to  a  pig,  and  Prince  Charming  and  Flora  were  married,  and 
great  was  the  joy  of  all  the  people. 


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■%t 


THE    PRINCE    CUT   OFF    HER    HEAD.    AND    THERE   STOOD 
BEFORE  Hl.W  THE  LOVELIEST  PRINCESS  IN  THE  WORLD. 


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THE  WHITE  CAT. 

A  KING  had  three  sons  and  he  could  not  make  up  his 
mind  which  one  should  be  king  after  him.  So  he 
said  the  one  that  brings  me  the  prettiest  dog  at  the  end  of 
a  year  shall  be  king;"  and  the  three  princes  started  ofT  to 
hunt  for  dogs.  The  eldest  went  to  the  right,  the  second 
to  the  left,  and  the  third  one,  Felix,  went  straight  ahead 
till  he  came  to  a  castle  where  lived  a  wdiite  cat.  He  told 
her  about  the  dog,  and  she  said  she  would  give  him  one  if 
he  would  stay  with  her  till  the  end  of  the  year.  So  he  did, 
and  when  the  time  came  to  part  they  both  shed  tears. 
The  white  cat  gave  Felix  a  walnut,  saying,  "The  dog  is 
in  that."  The  other  brothers  had  lovely  dogs,  but  when 
Felix  cracked  the  w^^lnut  out  dropped  a  filbert.  He 
thought  it  was  a  trick  ;  but  when  he  cracked  the  filbert 
there  w^as  the  loveliest  dog  in  the  world.  "  You  have 
won  !"  said  the  king,  but  now  try  which  one  can  bring  me 
the  finest  piece  of  linen.  The  elder  princes  brought  pieces 
that  w^ould  go  through  a  wedding-ring  and  ear-ring,  but 
Felix  cracked  a  filber"t  inside  of  which  was  a  cherry-stone, 
and  inside  the  cherry-stone  forty  yards  of  stuff  that  could 
be  drawn  through  the  eye  of  a  needle.  "  You  have  won 
again  !"  said  the  king  ;  but  now  see  who  can  find  the  most 
beautiful  lady  for  a  wife.  When  the  time  came  round  the 
white  cat  said  to  Felix,  "Cut  off  my  head  ! "  "No,  no!" 
said  the  prince,  "I  love  you  too  well!"  "Do  as  I  tell 
you  !"  said  the  white  cat,  and  the  prince  cut  off  her  head, 
and  there  stood  before  him  the  loveliest  princess  in  the 
world.  The  old  king  said,  "  You  have  won,  Felix  ;  and 
you  shall  be  king!"  "But  he  did  not  care  to  be  king,  but 
left  the  crown  to  his  brothers  and  went  to  live  wnth  his 
dear  princess  in  the  Castle  of  the  White  Cat. 

128 


THE  MUSICIANS  OF  BREMEN. 

A  DON  KEY,  a  Dog,  a  Cat,  and  a  Cock  set  off  for  Bre- 
men, where  they  planned  to  make    music  together, 
and  to  be  admired  for  their  fine  voices.      When  night  came 
on,  the  Donkey  and  the  Dog  lay  down  to  rest  under  a  tree, 
while  the  Cat  and  the  Cock  climbed  up  in  the  branches. 
The  Cock  saw  a    light    in  -,  ^  the  distance, 

and    called  to    his  compan-  .,   | /I  ions ;  and  all 

four  decided  to    move    on,  ^^  ^     '  \x.      '"^    ^"^^^    °^ 

finding     there  some    thing   "^^^  X   good  to  eat. 

^  1  They    found 

^  .  ,  '      i'  it  a   robber's 

;'  ./^  — '        cottage,    and 

i^      i^,;  ,  ^  '  A'i-  robbers  were 

^  '  there  eating  and  drinking.    The 

I  Donkey  put  his  forefeet  on  the 

f  window-sill,  the  Dog  jumped  on 

.!  his  back,  the  Cat  climbed  on  the 

^  Dog,  and  the  Cock  flew  up  and 

perched  on  the  Cat.  Then  at  a 
given  signal  the  Donkey  brayed,  the  Dog  barked,  the  Cat 
mewed,  !and  the  Cock  crew,  and  the  robbers  ran  out  of  the 
house  in  a  great  fright.  The  four  musicians,  having  eaten 
all  they  wa'iited,  put  out  the  light  and  went  to  bed.  At 
midnight  the  robbers  sent  a  messenger  back  to  the  house, 
and  the  Cat  spit  at  him,  the  Donkey  kicked  him,  the^^Dog 
bit  him,  and  the  Cock  cried  out  "  Cock-a-doodle-do  !"  and 
the  man  ran  away  as  fast  as  he  could,  and  the  robbers 
never  came  near  the  house  again. 


129 


BLUE  BEARD 


A  GENTLEMAN  had  two  daughters,  Anne  and 
Fatima.  A  rich  man  asked  that  one  of  the  girls 
should  marry  him.  But  he  was  ugly  and  had  a  blue  beard, 
and  Anne  said  she  could  not  love  such  a  man.  But  Fatima 
said  she  was  sorry  for  him,  and  consented  to  be  his  wife. 
The  truth  was  she  wanted  to  be  mistress  of  his  fine  house. 

One  day  Blue  Beard  said  to  his  wife,  "  I  am  going  away 
for  a  year,  and  will  give  you  the  keys  of  the  house.  You 
may  open  every  door  but  the  one  to  which  this  is  the  key." 
She  promised  never  to  use  it,  and  he  kissed  her  good-bye 
and  went  away. 

Anne  and  Fatima  spent  much  time  in  wondering  what 
could  be  in  that  room  they  were  forbidden  to  enter,  and 
one  night  Fatima  took  the  key  and  opened  the  door.  She 
saw  the  heads  of  five  ladies,   cut  off,  and  hanging  to  the 

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THE  KEY  DROPPED  FROM  HER  HAND  AND  WAS 
STAINED  WITH  BLOOD. 


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A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JTXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

wall  by  their  long  hair.  The  key  dropped  from  her  hand 
and  was  stained  with  blood.  She  and  Anne  tried  to  rub  it 
off,  but  they  could  not  cleanse  it. 

Then  they  heard  a  voice  in  the  hall.  Blue  Beard  had 
come  home  I  He  at  once  asked  for  his  ke\s.  He  saw  the 
stain,  and  said  to  Fatima,  "  In  half  an  hour  I  will  cut  off 
your  head  to  hang  with  the  others." 

The  two  sisters  looked  in  vain  for  help.  Anne  leaned 
out  the  window  thinking  each  cloud  of  dust  was 
some  one  coming  to  their  rescue.  Blue  Beard  broke 
open  the  door,  and  dragged  Fatima  out  to  cut  off  her 
head  ;  when,  just  as  he  raised  his  sword,  there  was  a  shout, 
and  Fatima's  brothers  rushed  into  the  hall,  and  Blue 
Beard's  head  went  off  in  a  Hash.  Fatima's  life  was  saved, 
but  ever  after  she  was  careful  about  opening  doors  that 
were  locked. 


132 


PRETTY  GOLDILOCKS 


GOLD  I  LOCKS  was  a  lovely  Princess,  with  long  golden 
hair,  and  as  soon  as  the   young  King  saw  her  he  fell 
^w^  desperately  in  love  with  her.      He 

J^:^^  sent  her  rich  presents,  but  she  sent 

i-^f  }^^.  them  all  back,  and  said  she  did  not 

P^V'       "     '  wish  to   marry.      Now    there    lived 

at  the  court  a  young  man,  named 
Charming,  and  he  said,  "  I  wish  the 
King  had  sent  me  to  Princess 
Goldilocks.  I  am  sure  she  would 
\  have  come  back  with   me."      When 

<  ^this  was  told  the    King  he  became 

-jealous  at  once  and  shut  the  Prince 
K  up  in  a  tower.     After  awhile  he  felt 

sorry,   and  set     Prince     Charming 
free,  and  sent  him  with  rich  gifts  to 
the    Princess.       As    he  rode  along 
J  he  saw    a  fish    lying    gasping    on 

the    grass,    and    he     sprang    from 
GOLDILOCKS  WAS  A        j-jjg    horse    and  threw   it  back  into 
LOVELY  PRINCESS.  WITH     ,  •      ^  a      1:^1^     further     on 

LONG  GOLDEN  HAIR.       the    river.        A     little     lurtner    on 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JEXGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

he  rescued  a  Raven  from  an  Eagle  that  was  just  going- 
to  kill  it.  After  this  he  found  an  Owl  caught  in  a 
net,  and  set  the  poor  bird  free.  When  he  came  to  the 
Palace  where  the  Princess  lived  he  offered  her  the  gifts  the 
King  had  sent.  But  she  would  have  none  of  them.  "  I 
have  made  a  vow  to  marry  the  one  who  brings  me  the  gold 
ring  I  lost  in  the  river  some  time  ago."  Charming  was 
miserable  as  he  walked  by  the  river-side  ;  but  soon  his  grief 
was  turned  to  joy,  when  the  fish  whose  life  he  had  saved 
swam  with  his  head  out  of  the  water  and  the  ring  in  his 
mouth.  Still  the  Princess  would  not  return  with  Prince 
Charming  to  marry  the  King,  and  the  Prince  was  dis- 
couraged. Then  she  said  to  the  Prince,  "Why  do  you  not 
remain  here  and  marry  me  and  I  will  make  you  King  of  my 
country?"  This  he  was  too  honorable  to  do;  so  he  took 
the  Princess  home  to  his  King,  and  the  two  were  married, 
and  there  was  a  magnificent  wedding.  P)Ut  the  King  was 
still  jealous  of  Charming,  and  shut  him  up  in  the  tower  to 
die  of  hunger  and  thirst.  But  the  King  died  first,  and  the 
Queen  at  once  ran  to  the  tower  and  set  Prince  Charming 
free.  A  month  later  Prince  Charming  and  Goldilocks  were 
married,  and  were  the  happiest  King  and  Queen  that  ever 
lived. 


134 


RHYMES 

BY 

ELIZABETH  S.  TUCKER, 


LITTLE  "PIGS  L\  CLO\  ER,"' 
SNUGGLLXG,  SOFT  AND  WHITE. 


^ 


'36 


GU/XEA  PIGS. 


GUINEA  PIGS, 


LITTLE   "  Pigs  in   Clover," 
Snuo-gling.   soft   and  white, 
Peeping-   from   under    cover 

With  eyes  so  round  and  bright. 

You're   not  Hke   "pigs"   the   least,   dears, 

You're   really  clean   and  neat. 
Nibble  away  at  your  feast,   dears, 

Cozy   and  safe  and   sweet. 

Elizabeth  S.   Tucker 


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f 


■-14 


^^^• 


WHAT  ARE  YOU  ALL  SOFT  AND  WHITE, 
STARING  WITH  YOUR  EYES  SO  BRIGHT? 


13S 


CHILD  AXD  LAMB. 


CHILD  AND  LAMB 


WHAT   are  you  all  soft  and  white, 
Staring-  with  your  eyes  so  bright? 
Do  you  live  out  here  ? 
Did  your  mother  say  you   might 

Play  here  in   the  warm   sunlight  ? 
Do  you   stay  here  all  the  night  ? 
Tell  me,  woolly  dear! 

Xatnb. 

WHAT   is  this,   so  like  a  Rose, 
just  the  biggest  kind  that  grows? 
Can   it  run   and  eat  ? 
Has  no  wool,   and  just  two  toes  I 
Will   it  fear  me,   do  you  s'pose. 
If   I   kiss  it  with   my   nose,^ 

Will  you,   little  sweet? 

Elizabeth  S.   Tucker 


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A 


.Y? 


^ 


%^ 


4- 


'^ 


/' 


,  -#^lM^~i     VOU  DIDN'T  MIND  IT; 

YOU  KNEW  IT  WAS  PLAY. 


140 


FUSSY  CAT  GRAY. 


PUSSY  CAT  GRAY, 


QUSSY  Cat  Gray, 

Do  you  'member  the  day 
I   harnessed  you 
And  you   ran  away? 

'Twas  only  fun. 
Sweet   Pussy  Cat  Gray  ! 
You   didn't   mind   it  ; 
You  knew  it  was  play, 

Elizabeth  S.   Tucker. 


BUT  THE  BEST  IN  ALL  THE  STABLE 
IS  MY  OWN  LITTLE  DONKEY  GRAY! 


142 


MY  DONKEY. 


MY  DONKEY 


JV^OIHER  may  have  her  pony, 

Father  may  ride  his   "Bay" — 
But  the  best   in   all  the  stable 
Is  my  own   little   Donkey  Gray  ! 

Elizabeth  S.  Tucker. 


143 


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V     -  ?  /-'a 


f        -\ 


7^^^ 


^- 


OH  POLLY— P-R-E-T-T-Y  POLLY. 


144 


PRETTY  POLL: 


PRETTY  POLL 


A  -TRYING  and  a-buying 
^^^     A  bonnet  grand  in  Town, 
With  bows  on,   and  a  rose  on, 
To  match  my  new  pink  gown. 

A-crooking,  and  a-looking 

In  the  Httle  looking-glass, 
'Tis  true  I   thought  I   saw  there 

A  very  lovely  lass. 

When  a-bridling  and  a-sidling 

Said  a  very  horrid  bird — 
"Oh   Polly— P-r-e-t-t-y  Polly" 

In  a  tone  the  folks  all  heard. 

He  called  it,  and  he  squalled  it, 
And  made  the  people  laugh  ! 

Now  do  you  think  he  meant  it, 
Or  was  it  only  "chaff"? 

Elizabeth  S.   Tucker. 


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fl"-^'-^'^ 


i*^-: 


5    --f 


BRIGHT  EYES  AND  SOFT  WHITE  COAT, 
PINK  NOSE  AND  GLOVE  ! 


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LITTLE  WHITE  MOUSE. 


LITTLE  WHITE  MOUSE 


/"^L'DDLE   clown,  cuddle  down, 
^^     Soft  little   Dear. 
Carlo  and   Pussy    Cat 
Shall  not  come  near. 

Under  my  long  soft  curls 

Find  a  warm   house, 
No  one  shall  touch  )'ou  there, 

Little  white  mouse. 

Bright  eyes  and  soft  white  coat. 

Pink  nose  and  glove  ! 

Better  than   all    my  pets 

Mousie   I   love! 

Elizabeth  S.   Tucker. 


■M 


^  -ilLi;^-^ 


^,:aVte=^- 


WHY  DO  YOU  FLY 
DOWN  FROM  THE  SKY 


148 


THE  DOVES. 


THE  DOVES, 


/^RAY  doves  and  white, 

^"^      Throiig-h   morning'  light 
Wheeling-  soft  wings  in   air, 

Why  do  you   fly 

Down  from   the  sky, 
Isn't   it  best  up  there? 

"Oh,"  they  all   cooed, 

"  Red  Riding   Hood 
Gives  us  our  daily   crumbs. 

Though  winds   do   blow, 

Though  deep  the  snow, 
We  know  she  always  comes." 

Elizabeth  S.  Tucker 

149 


/. \OjJ^    I H-mav^\a^^ ^1 


I  MET  A  SQUIRREL  IN  THE  PARK, 
ONE  FROSTY  .MORNING  EARLY. 


150 


THE  SQUIRREL. 


THE  SQUIRREL 


P.IET  a  squirrel  in   the   Park, 
One  frosty  morning  early, 
He  couldn't   quite  tell   which   I   was— 
A  Squirrel,   or  a  Girlie. 

Elizabeth  S.   Tucker 


151 


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w^ 


c, 


BIDDY'S  WEE  CHICKS  ARE  YELLOW  GOLD. 
152 


CHICK  sr 


"CHICKS." 


F 


OUR  little  Chicks  in  the  springtime, 
Out  in  the  warm  sunshine. 
Three  of  the  chicks  are  Biddy  Hen's, 
And  one  of  them  is  mine. 

Biddy's  wee  chicks  are  yellow   gold, 

Mine  like  a  rose  so  fair, 
Hers  are  in  downy  jackets  soft, 

Mine  must  have   clothes  that  tear. 

I  wonder  sometimes  if  Biddy   Hen, 

Clucking  the  whole  day  through. 

Isn't  answering  countless  questions, 

Just  as  I  have  to  do. 

Elizabeth  S.   Tucker, 


153 


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SOMETIMES  WITH  STRANGE  SOUNDS  IT  COMES. 
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THE  GOLD-FISH  SPEAKS. 


THE  GOLD-FISH  SPEAKS 


"IN   the  World  outside  our   Dish 

Lives  the  queerest-looking-  fish  ! 
Which   swims  about   in   the   oddest  way. 
Changing-  its  colors   every  day. 

Two  black   "  fins,"   and  two  of  white, 
Dance  and  wave   from   morn   till    night. 
It  has   floating  hair   of  golden    hue, 
Its  "gills"  are   red  and  its  eyes  are  blue. 

Sometimes  with  strange  sounds  it  comes, 
Bringing  us  delicious  crumbs; 
But  its  eyes  and   mouth,   so  big  and  wide, 
Frighten   us  all   to  the  other  side. 

Elizabeth  S.   Tnckcj' 


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THE  RABBITS. 
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THE  RABBIT  DANCE. 


THE  RABBIT  DANCE 


TN   the  night-time, 

At  the  right  time — 
So   I've  understood — 

'Tis  the  habit 

Of  Sir  Rabbit 

To  dance  in  the  Wood ! 

And  perhaps  if  you  and  I  are  bold, 
And  wait  till  the   Moon   is  big  and  old, 
We  can  creep — and  the  Rabbit's  Dance  behold  ! 

Elizabeth  S    Tiickei\ 


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OF  ALL  THE  PETS  TO  LOVE  AND  HUG 
THE  NICEST  IS  A  LITTLE  PUG. 


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DEAR  FUGGY. 

DEAR  PUGGY 


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F  all  the  pets  to  love  and  hug 

llie  nicest  is  a  little   Pug. 
With   velvet   nose 
And  nimble  toes, 
He's  always  ready  for  a  run 
He's  ahvays  full   of  play  and  fun. 

He'll  sit,   and   "Lady  calling"  play, 
And   "shake  hands"  in   the  nicest  way 

With   Lady   Poll, 

INIy  biggest   doll. 
And  when  we  walk  out   in  the  street 
In  every  race  he's  sure  to  beat! 

Oh  you'ld  believe  me,   if  you  knew 
A  little  cunning  Puggy  too  ; 

And  you'ld  agree 

I   think  with  me, — 
Of  all  the  pets  to  love  and  hug, 
The  nicest  is  a  darling   Pug! 

Elizabeth  S.    Tucker. 


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MOTHER  GOOSE 
JINGLES. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE. 


LITTLE   BoT^eep 
Has  lost  her  sheep 
And  can't  tell 
Where  to  find  them 
Leave  them  alone, 
And  they'll  come  home 
Waoroino-  their  tails  behind  them. 


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A  S    Tommy    Snooks    and 
^^  Betsey  Brooks 

Were  walking  out   one    Sun- 
day, 
Said  Tommy  Snooks  to   Bet- 
sey Brooks 
To-morrow  will  be  Monday. 


I     ITTLB:  Tom  Tucker 
*"^      Sings  for  his  supper 
What  shall  he  sing  for 
White  bread  and  butter 


How  shall  he  cut  it 
Without  e'er  a  knife 

How  will  he  marry 
Without  e'er  a  wife. 


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LLXY  Locket  lost  her  pocket, 
Kitty  Fisher  found  it. 
There  was  not  a  penny  in  it, 
But  a  ribbon  'round  it. 


'T^HE    North  Wind  doth  blow, 
And  we  shall  have  snow, 
And  what  will  poor   Robin    do   then 
poor  thing-? 

He  will  hop  to  the  barn. 

And  to  keep  himself  warm, 
Will  hide  his  head  under  his  wing  : 
poor  thing. 


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T^USSY  cat,  Pussy  cat, 

where  have  you  been?' 
"  I've  been  to  London 

to  look  at  the  Queen." 
"  Pussy  cat,  Pussy  cat 

what  did  you  there  ?  " 
"  I  frightened  a  Httle  mouse 

Under  the  chair." 


I     ITTLE  IMiss  Muffet,  sat  on  a  tuffet, 

^^     Eating  some  curds  and  whey, 

Along  came  a  spider 

And  sat  down  beside  her. 

And  frightened  Miss  INIuffet  away  ! 


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^^     Primrose  Hill 
Primrose  Hill  was  dirty, 
There  I  met  a  pretty  miss, 
And  she  dropped  me  a 
courtesy. 


I     ITTLE    Xancy   Etticote, 
"^^      In  a  white  petticoat 
With  a  red  nose. 
The  longer  she  stands 
The  shorter  she  orows. 


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THERE  was  a  little  boy  and  a  little  girl 
Lived  in  an  alley, 
Savs  the  little  boy  to  the  little  girl, 
'''Shall  I,  Ohl  shall  I?" 

Says  the  little  girl  to  the  little  boy. 

"  What  shall  we  do?" 
Says  the  little  boy  to  the  little  girl 

"  I  will  kiss  vou." 


HUSH   a  bye  baby  on  the  tree  top 
When  the  wind  blows  the  cradle  will  rock 
When  the  bough  breaks  the  cradle  will  fall, 
Down  tumbles  babv,  cradle  and  all. — 


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HUSH  A  BYE  BABY  ON  THE  TREE  TOP. 
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LITTLE  Polly  Flinders       • 
Sat  amoiiL;'  the  cinders, 
Warming-  her  prett)-  little  toes. 
Her  mother  came  and  caught  her, 
And  whipped  her  little  daughter, 
For  spoiling  her  nice  new  clothes. 

LITTLE  Jack  Horner 
Sat  in  a  corner 
Eating  a  Christmas  pie. 
He  put  in  his  thumb 
And  pulled  out  a  plum 
And  said  :  "  What  a  orood  bov  am  I  ! 


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DIXG,  don-   bell, 
Pussy  in  the  well  ! 
Who  put  her  in  ? 

Little  Tommy  Green. 


Who  pulled  her  out  ? 

Little  Johnny  Stout  ; 
What  a  naughty  boy  was  that. 

To     try     and     drown    poor 
pussy-cat  ? 


/^URLY-locks.  Curly-locks  But  sit  on  a  cushion 

^^     Wilt  thou  be  mine  ?  And  sew  a  fine  seam 

Thou  shalt  not  wash  dishes  And  feast  upon  strawberries 

Xor  yet  feed  the  swine.  Sugar  and  cream  ! 


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1"  ¥OT  cross  buns,  hot  cross  buns, 
One  a  penn\",  two  a  penny, 

Hot  cross  buns. 
If  your  daughters  don't  Hke  them 

Give  them  to  your  sons, 
One  a  penny,  two  a  penny, 

Hot  cross  buns. 


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lACK  and  Jill  went  up  the  hill, 

To  fetch  a  pail  of  water. 

Jack  fell  dow^n  and  broke  his  crown 

And  Jill  came  tumbling  after  ! 


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I     ITTLE   Boy   Blue, 

"^^     Come  blow  your  horn 

The  sheep's  in  the  meadow 

The  cow's  in  the  corn  ! 

Where  is  the  little  boy  minding-  his  sheep  ? 

Under  the  hay-cock  fast  asleep? 


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LITTLE  BOY  BLUE. 
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SING  a  song  of  sixpence, 
A  pocket  full  of  rye, 
Foil r-ancl-t went)'  blackbirds 
Baked  in  a  pie. 

When  the  pie  was  opened, 
The  birds  began  to  sing. 

Wasn't  that  a  dainty  dish, 
To  set  before  the  King  ? 


MISTRESS   Mary,  quite  contrary 
How  does  your  garden  grow  ? 
With  silver  bells,  and  cockle  shells, 
And  pretty  maids  all  in  a  row. 


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MISTRESS  MARY,  QUITE  CONTRARY. 
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^T  THEN  I  was  a  bachelor  I  lived  by  myself, 

And  all  the  bread  and  cheese  I  got  I  put  upon  the 
shelf. 
The  rats  and  the  mice  they  made  such  a  strife 

I  was  forced  to  go  to  London  to  buy  myself  a  wife. 

The  streets  were  so  broad  and  the  lanes  were  so  narrow 
I  had  to  bring  m\-  wife  home  on  a  wheel-barrow.. 

The  wheel-barrow  broke  and  ni)-  wife  had  a  fall, 
Down  came  wheel-barrow,  little  wife  and  all. 


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WHEN  !  WAS  A  BACHELOR. 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JJXGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


t^OBBY  Shaf toe's  gone  to  sea, 
'^     Silver  buckles  on  his  knee. 
He'll  come  back  and  marry  me, 
Pretty  Bobb)-  Shaftoe. 

Bobby  Shaftoe's  fat  and  fair. 
Combing  down  his  yellow  hair. 
He's  m)'  love  for  evermore 
Pretty  Bobby  Shaftoe. 

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THERE  WAS  AN  OLD   WOMAX 


'TpHERE  was  an  old  woman  tossed  up  in  a  basket 

Ninety  times  as  high  as  the  moon 
And  where  she  was  going  I  couldn't  but  ask  it 
For  in  her  hand  she  carried  a  broom. 

"  Old  woman,  old  woman,  old  woman,"  quoth  I, 
"  Oh  whither,  Oh  whither,  Oh  whither  so  high?" 

"  To  sweep  the  cobwebs  off  the  sky  !" 

"  Shall  I  go  with  you  ?"      "Aye.      By-and-by." 

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RHYMES 

BY 

EDITH   M.  THOMAS 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  /INGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


THE  SNOW-BALL  CHIEFTAIN 


A   LL  in  the  tinglino-  frosty  weather 

I    met  a  chieftain  brave  and  bright ; 
He'd  scarlet  hat  with  snow-white  feather, 
His  step  was  brisk  and  h'ght. 

His  twinlding  eyes  were  soft  and  starhke, 
His  Hps  and  cheeks  were  rosy  red  ; 

"He  doesn't  look  so  very  warlike!" 
Beneath  my  breath   I   said. 

So   I   a  kind  good-morning  bid  hnn. — 
With  snow-balls  three  he  pelted  me ; 


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HE  DOESN'T  LOOK  SO  VERY  WARLIKE! 
BENEATH  MY  BREATH  I  SAID. 


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Then   laughed,   and   ran,   and   quickly  hid   him 
Behind  a  hemlock  tree  ! 

Edith  M.   Thomas. 


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I'M  A  PROPHET;  I  CAN  SPY 

IN  THIS  BRANCH  SO  BROWN  AND  DRY 

LEAVES  AND  FLOWERS  THAT  SOON  WILL  WAKE. 


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THE   LITTLE  PROPHET. 


(February   Speaks.) 

npHOUGH   the  clouds  are  hanging  low; 

"^       And  the  streams  can  hardly  go 
(All  their  babbling  voices  dumb), 
Trust  me,  better  days  will  come  ! 
Don't  despair. 

I'm  a  prophet,   I'm  a  seer: 
I   can  see,   and   I   can   hear, 
Singing  travellers  on  their  way 
To  this   Northland  bleak  and  gray ; 
Don't  despair, 

I   have  seen  the  field-mice  run 
All  abroad,  to  take  the  sun  ; 
I  have  heard  the  peeper's  plaint, 
From  the  marshes,   far  and  faint ; 
Don't  despair. 

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I'm  a  prophet  ;   I   can  spy 
In  this  branch  so  brown  and  dry 
Leaves  and  tiowers  that  soon  will  wake 
And  their  prison-fetters  break 
Don't  despair. 

Edith  J/.  TJioinas. 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 


MARCH  AND  PUSSY-WILLOV/ 


¥F  you  ask  me  why   I   am  laughing  so, 
I   will   tell  you   true. — An   hour  ago, 
As   I    played  on   the  bank  of  the  silvery  creek, 
I   broke  off  a  branch   from  the   Willow  sleek. 

Oh  ho  !  it  was  fun   to  hear  and  to  see 
How  she  fretted  and  fumed  and  scolded   me. 
She  called  on  the  Wind — the  Wind  came  light- 
And  together  they  beat  me  left  and   right. 

But  all  her  lashes  and  all  her  whips 

Only  tickled  my  cheeks,  with  their  fleecy  tips  : 


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SHE  FANCIED  SHE  HURT  ME-SHE  DIDN'T,  YOU  KNOW, 
AND  THAT  IS  WHY  I  AM  LAUGHING  SO! 


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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

She  fancied   she  hurt   me — she  didn't,   you   know, — 
And  that  is  why   I   am  laughing  so  ! 

Edii/i  J\I.   TJionias. 


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ASK  ME  NOT  WHY  APRIL'S  EYES 

FILL  WITH  TEARS  AND  SMILES  TOGETHER, 


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APRIL  THE  TRICKSTER 


A   SK   me   not  why  April's  skies 

Even-  hour  show  some  new  weather 
Ask  me   not  why  April's  eyes 

Fill   with   tears  and   smiles  together. 

April's   sweet,   yet   April's   shrewd  — 
You   will   trust  him   to  your  cost  ! 

Though   the  fields  with   flowers  are  strewed, 
He  may  send  a  nipping  frost. 

If  you   put  your  sunshade  on, 

W'itli  a  hail-storm  he  will  greet  you  ; 


APRIL  THE  TRICKSTER. 

If  your  water-proof  you  don, 

To  tine  weather  he  will  treat  you  I 

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IN  THE  ORCHARD, 


¥   TXDER  the  blooming  orchard  tree, 

I   hear  the  Httle  maid   May, 

Singing,   "  Why  can't  you   stay  with   me. 

Dear  blossoms,  why  can't  you  stay  ? 


I'll  love  you  true,   my  whole  life  through, 
Promises  little  maid   May. 

Then   I   seem  to  hear  the  blossoms  sigh. 

"  Sweetheart,   it  cannot  be  ; 
Your  brother  September  will  by  and  by 

Seek  apples  under  this  tree  : 


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"WHY  CAN'T  YOU  STAY  WITH  ME, 
DEAR  BLOSSOMS,  WHY  CAN'T  YOU  STAY? 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

We  blossoms  all   must  wither  and  fall, 
Or  apples  there'll   never  be  I  " 


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WHAT  DOES  THE  DAISY  SEE, 

IN  THE  BREEZY  MEADOW  TOSSING? 


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THE  DAISY, 


1L"¥  THAT  does  the  daisy  see, 
'  "        In   the  breezy  meadow  tossiiiL;' ? 

It  sees  the  wide  bhie  overhead 

And   the   little   cloud-flocks  crossing. 

What  does  the  daisy  see, 

'Round  the  sunny  meadow  glancing? 
It  sees   the  butterflies'  chase, 

And  the  filmy  gnats  at  their  dancing. 

What  does  the  daisy  see, 

Down   in   the  grassy  thickets  ? 

The  grasshoppers  green   and  brown. 
And  the  nimble,   coal-black  crickets. 

It  sees  the  bobolink's  nest 

That  no  one  else  can  discover. 


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THE  DAISY. 

And  the  brooding  mother-bird, 

With  the  floating  grass  above  her. 

Edith  M.   Thomas, 


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JULY  AND  THE  BUMBLE-BEE 


¥ULY  comes  with  song  and  laughter, 
Clover-blossoms  in  her  hands  ; 
Bumble-bee  conies  buzzing-  after, — 
Jacket  brown  with   yellow  bands. 

"  I   have  been   the  whole  field  over, 
North  and  south  and  east  and  west ; 

And   if   I'm  a  judge   of  clover. 
You,  July,   have  found  the  best  1 

"  I'll  give  all   my  honey-pleasures 
That  in   fields  and  gardens  lie, 

If  you'll  share  the  stolen  treasures, 
In  your  dainty  hands,   July!" 


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IF  I'M  A  JUDGE  OF  CLOVER, 
YOU  HAVE  FOUND  THE  BEST! 


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"No  sir!    for  you    fret   and   L^rumble  ; 

(Grumble-bee   's   the   name   iur  you  !) 
But   if  ever  you   grow   humble 

What  you  ask  me,   then    I'll   do!" 

Edilh  M.   Thomas. 


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BUT  YET  SHE  HIDES  A  SECRET  NEVER  TOLD. 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 


THE  WATER-LILY 


^T^HE   Water-lily  has  a  heart  of  gold, 

But  yet  she  hides  a  secret   never  told  ; 
The  dragon-Hy  could   tell   it   if    he  would  ; 
The   piping  sand-lark  too   has  understood  ! 

She  loves  the  burning  sun,   she  loves  the  shade 
Her  lonely   mystery  makes  me  half  afraid  : 
When   I    my  eager  hands  reach  out  to  her, 
She  Boats  away, — a  fairy  voyager! 

I   onlv  know,  before  the  lily  blooms, 

A  long  time  she  must  sleep  in  watery  glooms  ; 


THE  WATER-LILY. 

And  when   she  dies,   she  droops  her  lovely  head 
Down,   down   upon   the   river's  shaded  bed  ! 

Edith  M.  Thomas. 


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SEPTEMBER. 


/'^OUNT   all   the   plumes   of  o-olden-rod, 

That  by  the  country  roadsides  nod  ; 
Count  all   the  little   feathery  blooms 
That  make  the  golden-rod's  gay  plumes — 

So  many  times  I   love  this  sprite, 
With  sundjurnt  cheeks  and  eye-beams  bright. 
Who  shoulder-deep   in   yellow   flowers, 
Spends  all  the  lazy  sunshine  hours. 

The  finches,   dressed   in  gold  and  black, 
Are  always  flitting  on  his  track, 


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WITH  SUN-BURNT  CHEEKS  AND  EYE-BEAMS  BRIGHI. 


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And  sometimes  frolic  spiders  lay 
Their  tickling  webs  across  his  way  ! 

Edith  M.   T/ioiuas. 


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HE  TOUCHES  FIRST  THE  MAPLE  LEAF 

WHICH  BITING  FROSTS  HAVE  BROUGHT  TO  GRIEF. 


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OCTOBER  THE  ARTIST, 


/^CTOBER   is  an   artist  rare, 

^^^      He  paints  new  pictures,  every  clay; 

His  colors  come  frcMii  who  knows  where  ?- 

Red,   orange,    purple,    misty  gray: 
He  touches  first  the  maple  leaf 
Which   biting  frosts  have  brought  to  grief. 

He  paints  the  grass,  and  every  vine 
That  clambers  over  fence  or  wall  : 

His  hazel  eyes  mischievous  shine. 
For  when   the  leaves  begin   to  fall, 


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He  makes  them  dance  around,   around, 
In  elfin  rings  along  the  ground! 

Edith  M.   Thomas. 


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THE  HOLLY, 


A   S  dreaming  by  my  fire   I   sat, 
^^^      I    lieard   a   merry   din  ; 
The  door  I   opened  wide  ;  at  that, 

A  strani^er-cliild  stepped  in. 
He  wore  a  fieecy,   warm,   white   hat 
Tied   rcMind   his  dimpled   chin. 

Green  leaves  and  berries  red  he  brought  : 
His  face  and  voice  v.-ere  jolly:  — 

"I  have  no  flowers;  but  these.  I  thought. 
Would  cure  your  melancholy. 


•GREEN  LEAVES  AND  BERRIES  RED  HE  BROUGHT. 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

I'll  sing  a  song-,   that   I've  been  taught, — 
It's  called,    'Heigh  ho,   the  holly!'" 

EditJi  Jlf.   Thomas. 


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A  GOOD-NIGHT  KISS  TO  YOU  1  BLOW, 
AS  I  TRIP  UNDER  THE  MISTLETOE! 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


THE  MISTLETOE 


^^LY  elf,   with  rosy  finder  tips 
^"^      Pressed   tiohtly   on    )()iir   ros)'   lips, 
1    j)ray   \(ni,    tell   us   what   \o\\    know 
About  this   branch   of   mistletoe. 

Dfxember  speaks. 

The   Mistletoe   is   old   and   wise, 

And  always  watched   b\'   cunning  spies  ; 

I    do   not  dare  to   tell   you   how 

And   where    I    found   this   curious   hous^h, 

Oh,   if   I    should   forget,   and   speak, 

They'd   pull   my  ear,   and   i)inch   my  cheek! 

And   this   is  why   my   finger  tips 

I    press  so   tightly  on    my  lips. 

224 


THE  MISTLETOE. 

A  good-night  kiss  to  you   I   blow, 
As   I   trip  under  the  mistletoe  ! 

Editk  M.  Thomas. 


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AMERICAN  CHILD 

^be  IDoluntcer  Spcake. 

AT'ES,    I   am   ready  to  be 
-^        A   soldier  by  land   or  sea, 
•::        For   my   heart    is    warm 
and  true  ; 


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I   am 
Peace 
J' 

my   Country's   knight, 
will   I   keep — or  fight — 
jst  as  she  bids  me  do  ! 

Edith  M. 
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Thomas. 

V.  V, 


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YES,  I  AM  READY  TO  BE 

A  SOLDIER  BY  LAND  OR  SEA. 


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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


AFRICAN  CHILD. 

(^0  tbe  1boU\)hock.) 

]%yi  ERRY  friend  and  jolly  fellow, 
Children  of  the  sun  are  we  ; 
1  am  brown  and  you  are  \ellow, 
Yet  we  always  do  agree. 


You  and  I  are  never  frettinor — 
Sweet,  old,  homely  Holyhock — 

'Bout  the  freckles  we'll  be  getting, 
If  we  venture  out  to  walk  ! 


You  can't  walk — but  then  you're  growing 

Taller  every  day  than  I  ;— 
You  can't  walk — yet  there's  no  knowing 

But  you'll  sometime  reach  the  sky  ! 

Edith  M.  TJiomas. 


YOU  AND  1  ARE  NEVER  FRETTING-SWEET,  OLD,  HOMELY 
HOLLYHOCK. 


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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


DUTCH   CHILD, 


/^H,   a  sturdy  little  pily^rim 

^^      All  the  way  from  Hollow- Land. 

With  your  cosey  cap  and  muff, 

And  your  skates  in  hand  ! 

If  I  tried  to  catch  and  kiss  )ou 

Roly-poly,  round,  and  sweet, 

1^  I  suspect  that  you  would  tie 
jM  Wings  upon  your  feet. 

I  '      ^^  S  Awa\-,     away     you 

will  be  flitting- 

Down  the  ri\'er 
smooth  as  glass  ; 

I,  upon  the  bank, 
will  throw 

Kisses  as  you  pass. 

EditJi  M.    Thomas. 


WITH  YOUR  COSEY  CAP  AND  MUFF,  AND  YOUR  SKATES 
IN  HAND! 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 

A  LITTLE  HIGHLANDER. 

HERE'S  a  brave  lad  from  the  hig-hland  and  heather — 
Here's  a  true  lad  with  tartan  and  feather, — 
Full  of  the  joy  of  the  wild  spring  weather  1 

March  ! 
■  March! 


^{3^... 


Who  within  doors  with 
dull  care  would  be 
staying 

When  the  wind, 
through  the  naked 
treetops  straying, 

Sounds  like  a  pibroch 
that  minstrels  are 
playing  ? 

March  ! 

r^Iarch  ! 


Here's  a  blithe  heart  as  light  as  the  swallow, 
Here's  a  bold  chieftain— who'll  follow,  who'll  follow, 
Over  the  meadow,  up  hill  and  down  hollow  '. 

March  ! 

March  1 

Edith  M.   Thomas. 
232 


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HERE'S  A  TRUE  LAD  WITH    TARTAN  AND  FEATHER. 
233 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JIXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 


GERMAN  CHILD. 


I3LUMP  as  ripe  September  peach 
^         (On  the  bough  just  out  of  reach), 
Cheerful  as  September  sun 
When  the  bravest  work  is  done, 
Bright  your  face  as  morning  sky  ! 
Liebhng — darhng — why  so  shy? 

Simple  little  German  maid. 
With  your  cap  and  flaxen  braid, 
Snowy  kerchief  smooth  and  neat. 
Wooden  shoes  upon  your  feet — 
Lift  to  mine  your  modest  eye — 
Liebling — larling — why  so  shy  ? 

234 


BRIGHT  YOUR  FACE  AS  MORNING  SKY  '    LIEBLING- 
DARLING-WHY  SO  SHY  ? 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 

Dear  home-body,  homely  dressed — 
(Like  a  brown  thrush  in  its  nest)  — 
Here's  a  little  song  in  praise 
Of  your  helpful  hands  and  wa)-s  ! 
With  a  dimpled  smile  reply  ; — 
Liebling — darling — why  so  shy  ? 

Edith  M,   Tlioinas. 


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236 


THE  FLEUR-DE-LIS. 


THE  FLEUR-DE-LIS. 


^^O,   midget  maiden,  sweet  to  see 
^"^      (And  sweet  to  kiss  if  that  might  be), 
Go  search  the  garden  through  and  through, 
And  bring  the  flower  you  love  most  true." 

The  midget  maid  from  La  Belle  France 
Threw  back  an  arch  and  laughing  glance  : 
"  I'm  April's  pet  and  precious  tease, 
I  change  my  mind  just  when  I  please." 

She  plucked  a  rose,  a  sprig  of  May, 

A  daffodil,  a  tulip  gay, 

A  pink,  a  modest  violet. 

A  daisy  white,  and  mignonette  ; 

237 


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BUT  THEN,  JUST   THEN,  SHE    CHANCED  TO  SEE 
THE  FLOWER  OF  FRANCE,  THE  FLEUR-DE-LIS. 


238 


THE  FLEUR-DE-LIS. 

But  then,  just  then,  she  chanced  to  see 
The  flower  of  France,  the  fleur-cle-Hs  ; 
She  laughed  outright,  and  dropped  the  rest, — 
"  This  flower  1  love  the  very  best  !  " 

Editli  M.   Thomas. 


239 


A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JINGLES  AND  RHYMES. 


CANADIAN  CHILD. 

"'/^.W   little  cousin 

^"^^      Be}ond  the  Great  Lakes 
(A  darling-  rose-bud 

Amid  the  white  tiakes !) 


How    far     is     it, 
pra)', 
To  the  foot  of 
the  hill?" 
"A     s  w  a  1 1  o  w's 
flight 
So  smooth  and 
so  still  !  " 


■'  And,  prithee,  how  far 
To  the  top  of  the  hill  ?  " 

■  Oh,  a  snail's  pace 

With  a  patient  will  !  " 

EditJi  M.   Thomas. 


240 


GAY  LITTLE  COU5LN,  BEYOND  THE  GREAT  LAKES. 
241 


A   lUiEASURY  OF  STORIES,  JiyOLES  AND  RBYMES. 


SWEDISH  CHILD. 

1    MET  a  little  Swedish  child, 

*■     And  deep  and  thoughtful  were  her  eyes  ; 

My  willing  fancy  she  beguiled 

With  many  a  legend  strange  and  wild. 


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She  told  of  witching 
water-sprites 
Of    nimble    dwarfs 
and  giants  grim, 

Of  dancers  'mid  the 
Northern  Lights 

That  wave  their  ban- 
ners o'er  the 
heights. 


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She  sang  me  many  a  cunning  rhyme, 
Then  up  she  rose  in  haste,  and  cried, 

"  I  must  be  gone,  the  church-bells  chime, 
I'll  tell  the  rest  another  time  ! " 

Edith  M.  TJiomas, 


242 


I  MET  A  LITTLE  SWEDISH   CHILD,   AND    DEEP   AND 
THOUGHTFUL    WERE   HER    EYES. 


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A    TREASURY  OF  STORIES,  JTXGLES  AXD  RHYMES. 


SPANISH  CHILD, 


A     SOFT  brown  eye  and  a  loving  heart, 
^^^^     A  winsome  smile — yet  a  roguish  art, 
For  my  Httle  lady  has  learned  the  trick, 
With  motion  slow  and  motion  quick, 

To   make   her    fan 
speak    whatever 
she  will, 
Though  her  dainty 
lips  are  perfectl)' 
still. 
Take  care  !    when 
'N,  the      days      are 

</^        d  r  o  w  s  }•      and 
^  warm, 

She  will  put  you 
to  sleep  with  a 
waving  charm  ! 

EditJi  M.  TJiomas. 


244 


TO  MAKE  HER  FAN  SPEAK  WHATEVER  SHE   WILL, 
THOUGH  HER  DAhNTY  LIPS  ARE  PERFECTLY  STILL. 


245 


THE  RUSSIAN  CHILD. 

LIT  ILE    subject  of  the  Czar, 
Tell  us  what  your  projects  are. 
*'  Oh,  beneath  the  singing  pine 
1  will  build  a  palace  hne 
All  of  sparkling  snow  and  ice, 
Decked  with  many  a  rich  device  ! 
And  I'll  not  be  there  alone, 
For  I'll  build  a  royal  throne 
And  I'll  make  a  Czar  of  snow 
And  trim  ccnirtiers  bowing  low. 
On  his  head  a  crown  he'll  wear, 
In  his  hand  a  sceptre  bear  I 
Then  a  guard  of  snow  I'll  set, 
With  an  icy  bayonet. 
At  the  door  to  keep  afar 
All  who  plot  against  m\-  Czar." 

lidith  M.   77(0 mas. 


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LITTLE  SUBJECT  OF  THE  CZAR,  TELL  US  WHAT  YOUR 
PROJECTS  ARE. 


247 


A   TREASURY  OF  STORIRS,  JIXGLES  AW  RHYMES. 


ENGLISH   CHILD, 


'^/'OU'RE  not  content  Avith 

the  roses  alone 
1  he     roses'     lover     you     too 

would  bind  ! 
Ah.  little  fingers  be  soft  and 

kind, 
Lightly,  lightly,  the  butterHy 

hold  ! 
Me  has  only  one  da}-   to    call 

his  own, 
And  )ou,   ni)'  sweet,    have    a 

thousand-fold. 


Edith  M.    TJwinas, 


248 


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AH,  LITTLE  FINGERS  BE  SOFT  AND  KIND,  LIGHTLY 
LIGHTLY,  THE  BUTTERFLY  HOLD! 


249 


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MAY. 

(•fltaliau  Cbilb.) 

When     you      tell      your 
beads,  dear  May, 
For  what  blessings  do  you  pray  ?  " 
"  That  no  frost    my    tlowers   may 

fear, 
That  no  danger  shall  come  near 
Any  helpless  do\vn\-  thing 
Still  too  young  to  tl)-  or  sing?'" 


Edith  J/.    Thomas. 


250 


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WHEN  YOU  TELL  YOUR  BEADS,  DEAR  MAY,  FOR  WHAT 
BLESSINGS  DO  YOU  PRAY?' 


251 


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